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An evil look that tells me to fuck off |
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From the one who 'll never treat me soft |
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I start to boil and to concentrate |
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On images of anger and of hate |
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These are the ways i feed my hate |
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These are the lights that burn too late |
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These are the ways i feed my hate |
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These me the lights that burn too late |
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The mean stupidity of what he says |
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The millions who admire it and they spread |
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And all i wanta feel is just them dead |
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And have to eat the things they did and said |
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These are the ways i feed my hate |
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These are the lights that burn so late |
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These are the ways i feed my hate |
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These are the lights that burn too late |
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Hate |
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Why am i afraid? |
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Afraid |
