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There's dirt on your face and there's |
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Blood on the floor |
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You've done something bad, but you |
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Don't know for sure |
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The fists are all swollen |
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You're going insane |
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Hopefully someone is waking in pain |
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You don't know why |
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You can't stop |
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Fight it all |
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Obey your call |
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You don't mind the bruises, |
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But you do mind the talk |
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Conscience is coming, |
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And it feels like you choke |
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No turning back, |
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Well you're aiming ahead |
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You keep on going, until you are dead |
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You don't know why |
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You can't stop |
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Fight it all |
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Obey your call |
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It wasn't always like this |
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No longer know what you miss |
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Sometimes it's wrong, |
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But you love it too much |
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It's the closest you get to some |
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Sweet human touch |
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Nobody knows that you're |
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Loosing control |
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You hide it away behind: Rock and Roll! |
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You don't know why |
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You can't stop |
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Fight it all |
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Obey your call |
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I want you dead (x4) |
