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Running them off the highway |
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Running them off the rail |
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Running their babies into cold black water |
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Just me and my stash and my scale |
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Filling the tank over flowing |
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Filling a dirty syringe |
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Filling another cemetary |
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Hope drinking blood don't make you cringe no |
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Seeing is still not beleiving |
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Seeing that you're still here |
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Seeing you fall from the eighth floor window |
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Your reputation to smear |
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Shooting in every direction |
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Shooting stars inside our heads |
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Shooting before you see the whites of their eyes |
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I bet you never thought you'd see me dead no |
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I'm turning into a monster |
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I'll turn the heat up high |
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I'll turn away from this mess |
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I'm burning |
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The smell of skin on fire |
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I'm turning into a monster |
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I'll turn the heat up high |
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I'll turn away from this mess |
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I'm burning |
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The smell of skin on fire |
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I'm turning into a monster yeah |
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Shooting in every direction |
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Shooting stars inside our heads |
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Shooting before you see the whites of their eyes |
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I bet you never thought you'd see me dead no |
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I'm turning into a monster |
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I'll turn the heat up high |
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I'll turn away from this mess |
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I'm burning |
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The smell of skin on fire |
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I'm turning into a monster |
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I'll turn the heat up high |
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I'll turn away from this mess |
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I'm burning |
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The smell of skin on fire |
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I'm turning into a monster yeah |
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A monster |