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Loath, I've been subjected to what you've said , |
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You're pissing harder than what you know is right, |
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A joke where you stand, no thought overflow , |
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Look down on the upside , |
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Take, you've taken more than enough away , |
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You say tomorrow is just another world , |
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That'll choke in you throat, so you dope up the flow , |
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And look down on the upside , |
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Slave ... you get what you bring , |
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Tired ... or you get what we give , |
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I feel like |
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I'm stuck in between |
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Again, again, again and again |
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Break, a broken spirit is what you gave |
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You hold the pieces of what you know are mine |
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Crawl back in your hole, and choke on the bone |
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Of what's left on the outside |
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Never again, never again |
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Just leave what is mine, throw you away |
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Test me over time |
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To bad things aren't what they seem my friend |
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To be my friend |
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Too bad this is all |
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I try To bad things aren't what they seem again, seem again |
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I've washed right out, of my dear old past that was the filth on me |
