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With a gun inside your mouth life's rushing by |
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In the shade of sin; to live you have to die |
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Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss |
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The face made of tragic and tears: |
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Now it's here |
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It goes on and on and on |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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Well, it rolls like a wheel |
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The torture goes on and on |
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In the houses made of stone you try to hide |
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But the eyes of the beholder will try |
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To drag you from heaven to hell, |
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I tell The treasure, the struggle in pain |
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All in vain |
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It goes on and on and on |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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Well, it rolls like a wheel |
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On and on and on |
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On and on and on |
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It goes on and on and on |
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On and on and on |
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It goes on and on and on [Solo: Nordlund / Haglund] |
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Now you're gone |
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The torments tongue brought you under the ground |
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I can see it now so clear; you have to die |
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Convicting yourself to the cross; it was your loss |
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The face made of tragic and tears |
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Now it's near |
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It goes on and on and on |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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Well, it rolls like a wheel |
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The torture goes on and on |
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It goes on and on and on |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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In the calm in the storm |
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On and on and on |
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On and on |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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On and on and on and on |
