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Disease |
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Skid Row |
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Revolutions Per Minute |
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Have you looked at yourself lately |
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You see the lines of time? |
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Walking dead amongst the living |
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Chaos by design |
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I've seen you fall this far before |
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I've seen you disappear |
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You've thrown it all into the fire |
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Ashes in your tears |
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I felt your disease and now I think |
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I've had enough. I've had enough |
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I felt your disease and now I think |
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I've had enough. I've had enough |
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You've fallen on your sword again |
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So not to face the truth |
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Then ran head-on into what's real |
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And collided into you |
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I've heard you lying to yourself |
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I've watched you fade away |
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Your best laid plans are still born shadows |
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Promise in decay |
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I felt your disease and now I think |
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I've had enough. I've had enough |
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I felt your disease and now I think |
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I've had enough. I've had enough |
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I felt your disease and now I think |
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I've had enough. I've had enough |
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I felt your disease and now I think |
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I've had enough. I've had enough |
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I felt your disease and now I think |
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I've had enough. I've had enough |
