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And every day you look me up |
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And I look down |
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It's just begun when you say "go" |
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I will come |
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Survival counts, my weakness costs |
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Constant cutting, constant loss |
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And every time I turn around |
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I say "get up" |
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And you go down |
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I used to know, I used to feel |
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I could believe in something real |
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That you reject |
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And every day it all comes down |
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To just one sweet hit |
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The hook, the whore |
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You know the score |
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Cause we've heard it all before |
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This concert hall of reeking smells |
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Slips inside where suffering dwells |
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The same old haunting notes that sell |
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Cause in your dreams |
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You're judged in hell |
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I used to know, I used to feel |
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I could believe in something real |
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Now I am sold as the fists |
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Fall each time, every step |
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Leads to the crime |
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I'm not the cause, nor effect |
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Just an excuse |
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That you reject |
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Every word I said |
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That you reject |
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Scarred into my head |
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That you reject |
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Every thing I try |
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That you reject |
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Each broken, bloody lie |
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That you reject |
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My hatred's sharpened knife |
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That you reject |
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Each broken, burning, bloody lie |
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That you reject |
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Broken lie |
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Broken life |