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Sickness often, often attends me. I'm ruled by pain |
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Tortured memories burning my brain. Oh make it end |
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Killed for nothing. Killed by no-one. I was just a boy |
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Weak and lonely, cold and bloody. Give me a hand |
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Cared by many, but I know none. My life has gone |
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Rage and anger tearing through me. Who's God will pay? |
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Made me fight for you. Made me die for you |
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You and your sick God. You hope to be loved |
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We're all swept away, so you can have your day |
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On blooded knees for you. Heaven calls to you |
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But I won't die without |
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Without your heart |
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In my hand |
