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Bring punishment to get hold of me |
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So cold like a glance from my eyes |
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Accept the way it's meant to be |
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A mental sacrifice |
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Go down hear the sound of a gentle man |
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Leading you straight to the void |
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Where the neon bastards they make |
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Dropouts out of leftover toy |
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No more angels, no more painful lies |
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No more strangers, no more waste of time |
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So here I am going straight to the plan |
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Never knowing that I'm damned |
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Walking the thread that's so precious to me |
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A secret part of my history |
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My time to short as nothing beckons to me |
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My time God damn what is it I try to be |
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Fill the hole a thousand feet below |
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Become the master of a freak show |
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So cold |
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Right now |
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So |
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Come out burst on to me |
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Cold |
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Come out this love to me |
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Right |
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Later burst round the side |
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Now |
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I dislike |
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No more angels, no more painful lies |
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No more strangers, no more waste of time |
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Bring punishment to get hold of me |
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So cold like a glance from my eyes |
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Accept the way it's meant to be |
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A mental sacrifice |
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Go down the keeper of your thoughts may be |
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Go down a sacred child who just can't see |
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Counting the days so amazed |
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Of this sweet and miserable effort |
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So cold |
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Right now |
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So cold |
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Right now |
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So cold |
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Right now |
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So cold |
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Right now |
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No more angels, no more painful lies |
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No more strangers, no more waste of time |
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No more angels, no more painful lies |
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No more strangers |
