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Woke up screaming on the wrong side of the head |
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Dreaming of demons who'd be better off... better off dead |
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Now I know I'm accountable for things I've said before |
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But I just can't shut up and get out the door |
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So let's sing volumes for the souls that aren't for sale |
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Indeed, lately there's been hellhounds on my trail |
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Woke up screaming on the wrong side of the zen |
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So get up and say the word |
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Say the word and I'll be gone |
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Say the word and I'll be gone |
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Say the word and I'll be gone for ever and ever |
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(Get up, get out) |
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Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall |
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Now the enemy plays for the whole fucking world |
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Sooner or later, the nights with the satyr |
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Will bring back the memory, leaving you money and time |
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Sweet locomotive with you as the motive |
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The beauty, the agony, mixes the honey with grime |
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Sly imitator, the cat's in the cradle |
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The dogs in the stable will always remain on your mind |
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Sooner or later, it comes to the table |
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Reminding them all that the memory always was mine |
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Wake up running in the only way that I can |
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This type of dependency turns a boy into a man |
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Now I know I'm accountable, now I know I'm responsible |
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No peace for you, little man |
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Say the word and I'll be gone |
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Say the word and I'll be gone |
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Say the word and I'll be gone for ever and ever |
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(Get up, get out) |
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Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall |
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(Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall) |
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Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall |
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Now the enemy plays for the whole fucking world |
