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"The street is my world." |
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"What do you wanna call me a murderer for? I never killed anyone!" |
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"I don't... uh... I don't pretend to go uptown and be anything fancy. I can, but I find more real in the world that I'm in then I do the tensile. And the real world is the one I have to deal with everyday, y'know? Umm... Believe me. If I started murdering people, there'd be none of ya left." |
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Rain's falling down from blackened clouds |
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Blazing storm of chill |
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The sky is torn from lightning and from rage |
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There's no shelter from the wrath |
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God-forsaken force |
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I'm standing drenched and soaked in ice so cold |
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Can it be |
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It's my fate, |
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all this blazing hate? |
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See as I fall |
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So deep into the sky |
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The spirits are calling my name |
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They beg me to free them someday |
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I will be sane |
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Snow's falling down from clouds above |
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Tearing down the sky |
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I must release the spirits now |
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Raging hate |
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is my fate, |
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is it all too late? |
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"Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me! Maybe I should've killed... 4 or 5 hundred people, then I would've felt better. Then I would've felt like I've really offered society something. You've got it stuck in your brain that I murdered somebody. What do you wanna call me a murderer for? I never killed anyone!" |
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See my scarred body and mind |
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as I'm laughing at the sky |
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See as I fall |
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into the sky |
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Lightning is burning my soul |
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See as I'm thrown |
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into the deep blue sky |
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No spirits are calling my name |
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I'm begging to be freed from pain |
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I am no more |
