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When the fire |
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In your belly ain't been shrinking |
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And there's nothing |
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Laying around that you could be drinking |
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Take no mind |
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As that stranger tries to pass you |
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Is he blind? |
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Or couldn't he clearly see the train? |
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Couldn't he feel the bloody stain? |
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Not that I'm one to complain |
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Why do we chaw upon the pain? |
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It's just the rage |
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Just the rage |
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Just rage |
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Rage Close my eyes |
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Pull me in and take my tongue |
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Taste the lies |
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That dance around us and we're among |
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Break your heart |
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Run out now and tear it up |
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Then you can start |
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To give that inner brat a hug |
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Till the dickhead pulls the rug |
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Take the fall from high above |
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No details to what you love |
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It's just the rage |
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Just the rage |
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Just rage |
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Rage Calls a masterpiece "Come and paint me, here I am" |
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And it's my disease |
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That I am raging all the time |
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Fought for reason, fought for rhyme |
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Then I'm walking up the line |
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The voice it calls |
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I must abide |
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Bound for glory on the other side |
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It's just the rage |
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Just rage |
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Just rage |
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Rage Just rage |
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Just rage |
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Just rage |
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Just rage |
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Just rage |
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Rage Rage |
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Rage |
