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Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets |
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My faults were letters carved in stone |
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As meaningful to you as words written in water |
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I'm left to walk this world alone |
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Fill solos - Mustaine |
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In a broken mold they made me |
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The black sheep of the family |
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Worth less than zero my opinion |
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And room temperature IQ |
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I did something, now I'm nothing |
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Always wrong with this or that |
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Poisoned with fear watch it twist |
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My measly brain mad |
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Solo - Pitrelli |
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Talk about me when my bac is turned |
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Next time we meet it will be to late |
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The memory burned in my ears of what you said |
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And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste it |
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Fill solos - Mustaine |
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Dark clouds on the horizon |
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Make it hard to breathe |
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A walking mistake but every time |
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I run away, I just come back for more |
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The choice is clear I can quit |
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And fall on my sword or light a fire |
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To see who runs or stays |
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And plays the confidence game |
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Solo - Pitrelli |
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...Warhorse |
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I'm feeling quite invisible |
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I feel just like thin air |
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The truth taunts me |
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Solo - Mustaine |
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I see the earth below me |
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I watch it spinning there |
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Does someone, somewhere |
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Out there hear me? |
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Solo - Pitrelli |
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Sentenced to walk in Purgatory |
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My life is running down |
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I can't believe what they've done to me |
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Solo - Mustaine |
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I'm left riding a Warhorse |
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A man without a country |
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Solos - Mustaine, Pitrelli, Mustaine, Pitrelli |
