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I was born to run |
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I want everything or nothing at all |
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Like the bugs do |
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All I do is crawl in mud |
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I just can't get enough |
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However much I'm slipping down |
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Everything falls apart |
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I guess we were just born to lose |
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I got nothing at all |
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I have nothing left |
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I got nothing at all |
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I have nothing left |
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The nightmare I feel |
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I don't know what I am worried about |
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I'm stuck in myself |
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I'm good at wasting my time |
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I got nothing at all |
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I have nothing left |
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I got nothing at all |
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I have nothing left |
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All the tricks I try |
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I don't know why I can't let it go |
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There's no place to hide |
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I've been trying to open my eyes |
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Blood rises in me |
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It won't be long until I fade away |
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That's the way I go |
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I must drive myself to fate |
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I got nothing at all |
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I have nothing left |
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I got nothing at all |
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I have nothing left |
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I am broken bones |
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So sick of it all |
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I am the broken bones |
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So sick of it all |
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I need positive tension |
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I was weak but learned to resist |
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I need positive tension |
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I was weak but learned to resist |
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I need positive tension |
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I was weak but learned to resist |
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I need positive tension |
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I was weak but learned to resist |
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I got nothing at all |
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I have nothing left |
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I got nothing at all |
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I have nothing left |
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Behind in me |
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I am broken bones |
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So sick of it all |
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I am broken bones |
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So sick of it all |
