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A blank stare with a smile on display |
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Headed home when it's empty and safe |
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Anger over takin' my faith |
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I don't think it should be this way |
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Some people say I need to pray |
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Feels like it's me against the world |
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I've been turned out, been thrown down to the killing floor |
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(Down to the killing floor) |
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A thousand words on an empty page |
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A picture hangs without a frame |
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Shallow souls with time to kill |
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I took the water but no the pill |
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Some people say I need to pray |
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Feels like it's me against the world |
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I've been turned out, been thrown down to the killing floor |
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(Down to the killing floor) |
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I'm tired of you sayin', I should be prayin' |
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I know it's me against the world |
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I've been turned out, been thrown down to the killing floor |
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(Down to the killing floor) |
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Some people say I need to pray |
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Feels like it's me against the world |
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I've been turned out, been thrown down to the killing floor |
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(Down to the killing floor) |
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I'm tired of you sayin', I should be prayin' |
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I know it's me against the world |
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I've been turned out, been thrown down to the killing floor |
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(Down to the killing floor) |
