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I asked God why am I suffering |
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He said, welcome to world where your bank account reigns |
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I salute my wasted youth |
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And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain |
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Repetition needs a friend |
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I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands |
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How 'bout we get this party started right |
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And use a bullet for each of your eyes |
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Repetition's at its end |
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How does it feel to receive rather to send |
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Oh, I forgot you don't have a ******* brain |
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It was blown out by another man drove insane |
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I can't feel a thing |
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Emotionless never felt me this way |
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Can this be the rest of my life |
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No care, no remorse |
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Follow me to a cold, numb mind |
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And live the life of a corpse |
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I asked God when will I get my chance |
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He said I don't have an answer and I don't have a plan |
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I salute my wasted youth |
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And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain |
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Blacked out |
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Blacked out |
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Blacked out, my conscience is controlling me |
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Blacked out, the poison never leaves my veins |
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Blacked out |
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I need an answer |
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I need closure |
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I salute my wasted youth |
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And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain |
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I can't feel a thing |
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My emotions have the best of me |
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I can't feel a thing |
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My emotions help me truly see when I'm blacked out |
