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Why? I can feel someone is |
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following me |
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Why? I can see the thin line |
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of panic and sanity |
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Out of my head, I wake up in desperation |
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From outside, certain death is a destination |
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There are shadows in my soul |
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Madness I cannot control |
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My body like time-bomb |
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A ll my forces fucking strong |
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Look at my face, mess the war, |
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Make your choice |
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Let me see, your free hands, the agony |
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My decision even right is crucified |
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My only world is a night to satisfy |
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Why? Everytime I need to kill I wanna die? |
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Inside the room, four walls |
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the only friends of mine |
