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Been hanging desperate and hoping for a break. |
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Black metal heavy till it goes against my brains. |
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Why do I disgrace those things that spreads right off my face, |
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All this for you. |
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe, |
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up. |
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(Like someone put a gun to his face?) |
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Your way of crawling away, of caring way too much. |
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Plus public buildings, my pistol says enough? |
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Your only weapon, put on the piano I'm feeling slow. |
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All this for you |
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe, |
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up. |
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(Like someone put a gun to his face?) |
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She almost thought she had a place to hide her face, |
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Like she thinks they care, they just don't care. |
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(Like someone put a gun to her face?) |
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(Extended Instrumental) |
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He almost thought he had a chance for something safe, |
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But she can't let go, she won't shut up. |
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(Like someone put a gun to his face?) |
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She almost thought she had a place to hide her face, |
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Like she thinks they care, they just don't care. |
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(Like someone put a gun to her face?) |
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(Extended Guitar Outro) |