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Verse 1: |
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Holy mother come and rip out my heart |
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I deserve it I've been right from the start |
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Sentimental get rid of my eyes |
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and the picture bloody every night |
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Chorus 1: |
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And I won't stop bleeding until |
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my blood runs out of the radio |
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I do it for nothing |
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If I won't sell speed coz I can |
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spit some suffer from stereo |
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I'm sick of it when I'm hearing it |
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Verse 2: |
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Anybody with anything to say |
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Hands of protocol stuck in their way |
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So I said from ourselves |
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until we'll sick in the head |
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we'll rip the radio hell |
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I believe it we're sober |
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Chorus 2: |
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And I won't stop bleeding until |
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my blood runs out of the radio |
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I do it for nothing |
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If I won't sell speed coz I can |
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spit some suffer from stereo |
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And I won't stop bleeding until |
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my blood runs out of the radio |
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I do it for nothing |
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If I won't sell speed coz I can |
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spit some suffer from stereo |
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I'm sick of it when I'm hearing it |
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Guitar Solo |
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Chorus 3: |
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And I won't stop bleeding until |
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my blood runs out of the radio |
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I do it for nothing |
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If I won't sell speed coz I can |
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spit some suffer from stereo |
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And I won't stop bleeding until |
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my blood runs out of the radio |
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I do it for nothing |
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If I won't sell speed coz I can |
|
spit some suffer from stereo |
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And I won't stop bleeding until |
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my blood runs out of the radio |
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I do it for nothing |
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If I won't sell speed coz I can |
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spit some suffer from stereo |
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I'm sick of it when I'm hearing it |