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A sense a smell a moving field, |
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Of loss and grief and disbelief |
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Brave new child new floods of hate, |
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Downward spiral of life and death |
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Caress the hero and abort the rest, |
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Behind walls of sins and hate |
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A new found pleasure of pain and relief, |
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In 40 feet of mud and blood |
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So come on in |
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Just come on in |
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So come on in |
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Into the black, the black hole of my soul |
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So come on in |
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Just come on in |
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So come on in |
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There is no light, in the end of the tunnel |
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So come on in |
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Just come on in |
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So come on in |
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Into the black, the black hole of my soul |
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So come on in |
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Just come on in |
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So come on in |
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There is no light, in the end of the tunnel |