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Damage is what You and I will find |
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I sense |
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You're running out of time |
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Fragments that You walk on |
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Craving for a little piece of mind |
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And I sense |
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You're running out of time |
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Fight the tears and walk on |
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Damage is what you and I will find |
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Faster then pain |
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I'll get You out of here |
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And You won't be back again |
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All they will find |
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Is a tiny hole |
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Black and beautiful |
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You were the artist but You're dead |
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And I have no clue |
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Did You worship moon or sun? |
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We tried to kill the pirate, too |
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But we failed |
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And now the pieces live on |
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I sense |
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You're running out of time |
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Fragments that You walk on |
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Craving for a little piece of mind |
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And I sense |
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You're running out of time |
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Fight the tears and walk on |
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Damage is what you and I will find |
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I sense |
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You're running out of time |
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Fragments that You stalk on |
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You're craving for a little piece of mind |
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And I sense |
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You're running out of time |
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Fight the tears, don't walk on |
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Damage is what you and I will find |
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The blast was a mouthful |
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Echo ringing in the head |
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(You were the artist but I |
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think that You are dead) |
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Faster than pain |
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I am a bullet |
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On my way into your brain. |
