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Look into the future, there ain't nothing I can see |
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Everyone is trapped inside a false reality |
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Only thinking of yourself is leading you nowhere |
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Do you call that free? |
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Everyone around is falling down on me |
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Sick minds always winning at the game |
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I make my own rules and take the blame |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Bills are stacked up two feet high |
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The landlord's on the phone |
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Got no transportation, no place to go |
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Something's going wrong |
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I don't like all that I'm seeing |
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Nothing I can do |
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Everything around is falling down on you |
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Sick minds always win the game |
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I make my own rules and take the blame |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Living in Hell |
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[Solos: Kenny Andrews / Chet Thompson] |
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This house is smelling rotten |
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The sink is turning green |
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The halls are filled with garbage |
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There ain't nothing here that's clean |
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Only thinking of yourself is leading you nowhere |
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Do you call that free? |
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Everyone around is falling down on me |
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Sick minds always win the game |
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I make my own rules and take the blame |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Living, living in Hell |
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Living, living in Hell |
