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Well you bled me outjust to leave me down |
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Weed through no way outso much fun to be, around |
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Feed your fall, somersault downand king the crown |
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You've no more searching nowthe jury's outuntil there's nothing more to |
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Laugh about |
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I want to feel, |
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I want to feel |
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I want the anger, the strife, |
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I want to feel |
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I want the kill, |
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I want the kill |
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I want the anger, the strife, |
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I want the kill |
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I want to feel you on the back of my knifefor the rest of my life |
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I want to, feel |
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I want to feel for the shame when |
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I don't sayyour name... |
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Always been lost in my own mind |
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Can't find the words to explain my side |
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What I say, what |
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I doStumbling on your feet, on the right waywithin reach, yet so far away |
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Mask been torn, face is looking wornfrom the stage |
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I want to feel for the rest of my life |
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I want no anger or strife, |
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I want to feel |
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I want to kill, for the feel and the thrill |
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I want to feel, yeah! |
