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Here, sleep at the bottom of hell |
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Your time has come to pick the road you'll walk in this tale. |
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Turned and as a coward you've learned |
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Through sickness and health, there's only one, |
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Now go and bite your tongue. |
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You'll just say the worst of me, |
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With a hope they'll understand. |
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No, they know you're just a boy. |
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So grow up and be a man. |
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Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine |
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Victims pay the price eventually |
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The cost? Let's see... your life. |
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You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid. |
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Young brother, you've got nothing to prove. |
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Your answer is in there, |
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Just stare down the barrel. |
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This sincerest apologies, |
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Won't write you out of this one. |
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Tonight, you'll find the right |
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In the pull of the trigger, now bite. |
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Oh young fools, don't cry... anymore. |
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A fear sleeps inside your stomach... It swells. |
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A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch. |
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For too long, this little baby has cried on. |
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For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song |
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Of a time we're glad is long gone. |
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You'll just say the worst of me, |
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With a hope they'll understand. |
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No, they know you're just a boy. |
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So grow up and be a man. |
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Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine |
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Victims pay the price eventually |
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The cost? Let's see... your life. Life... |
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You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid. |
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Young brother, you've got nothing to prove. |
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Mother superior, |
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Come catch the rabbit, he runs. |
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My how've you grown? |
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You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam, |
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Go fetch your gun. |
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Your answer is in there, |
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Just stare down the barrel. |
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Your sincerest apologies, |
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Won't write you out of this one. |
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Tonight, you'll find the right |
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In the pull of the trigger, now bite. |
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Oh young fools, don't cry... not anymore. |
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Don't cry, not anymore. |
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When you're sick to the stomach just pull out the knife. |
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Don't cry boy, not anymore. |
