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fightclub work |
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Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again |
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Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better set a days, ooh yeah |
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Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, ooh yeah |
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Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah |
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Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies |
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Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah...ooh... |
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Oh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again...life again...life again... |
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Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, ooh yeah |
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Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything |
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Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way |
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Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah... |
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Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies |
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Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away, yeah... |
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Someday yet, he'll begin his life again |
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Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away...him away, him away... |
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Yeah! Woo...ah yeah...fuck it up... |
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Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies |
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Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away... |
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Ooh, someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah |
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Oh, whispering hands, gently lead, lead him away...him away...him away... |
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Yeah! Woo...uh huh...yeah, yeah, mommy, mommy... |
