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I'm not the animal I used to be but you |
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Shouldn't speak ill of the dead |
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I've never been just one of the boys, I've never hidden guns under the bed |
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I feel like Jesus, I feel betrayed, and you know |
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Damn well that I feel crucified |
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Assassination, shot full of vitrial, there's so |
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Many more heroic ways to die |
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I close my eyes and I start to drift away |
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I close my eyes and I start to sway |
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Lie back and think of England I'll just fake it some more |
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A carrion feast for the ravens and the crows |
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I know my price and I'll be your whore and I |
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Don't care if the whole damn world knows |
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I feel so jaded, so tired and so worn |
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I feel like I've got nothing left to say |
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I'll be a martyr, a brave little soldier cos |
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There's so many demons left to purge and slay |
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I close my eyes and I start to drift away |
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I close my eyes and I start to sway |
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Trapped in the eye of a hurricane |
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Taking a ride on a runaway train |
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Behind the wheel of a crashing car |
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Caught in the trail of a falling star |
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Can't turn my back without a blade digging deep |
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It's more than enough to make a grown man cry |
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The God in me is the, the devil in you, there's |
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Many more beautiful ways to die |
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I close my eyes and I start to drift away |
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I close my eyes and I start to sway |
