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As my eyelids start to settle |
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My mind begins to saunter |
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A self inflicted illness |
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A self inducing coma |
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So glad you could make it |
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It's so good to see you |
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Tell me |
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How have you been? |
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Here take a seat |
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The doctor will be with you shortly |
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Oh and by the way |
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Welcome to Hell! |
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(Pull me down) |
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Quit running away |
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(To Hell and back) |
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This gun's loaded |
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(Please don't go) |
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You took him away from me |
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(I'll miss you) |
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No! No! No! This cant be happening |
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(Please don't go) |
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No! No! No! This cant be happening |
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(I'll miss you) |
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Shotgun blow right though your shoulder |
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Prepare for tragedy |
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Left on the doorstep |
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Welcome to the show! |
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My curtain call awaits me |
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Was this all part of your master plan |
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How did you lose control? |
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Suffer to weakness |
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Your not a man |
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Cut out the Bullshit! |
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You lied |
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Cut out the Bullshit! |
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You need drugs |
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Cut out the Bullshit! |
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You need sex |
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Cut out the Bullshit! |
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You need a drink |
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(Pull me down) |
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Quit running away |
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(To Hell and back) |
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This gun's loaded |
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(Please don't go) |
