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Drinking, drugged up |
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Completely shot to hell |
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Left behind, ain't nothing left to sell |
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Oh, ain't nothing left to sell |
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The hatred of your blood |
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So tortured, so insane |
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Dead ends and lost hope |
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Keep running through your veins |
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Oh, running through your veins |
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Oh, so high and then I fell |
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Oh, can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell |
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The loss of one's self |
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Inside the wheel of doom |
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Genocide is coming way too soon |
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Oh, way too soon |
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The undying fear |
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The strength of one's demise |
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Broke and strung out |
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You wave yourself goodbye... Oh, goodbye |
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[Chorus] |
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Oh, so high and then I fell |
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Oh, can't stop the ringing |
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Oh, so high and then I fell |
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Oh, can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell... |
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[Chorus] |
