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The sky is low and the clouds are mean |
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His mood burns like kerosene |
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The air seems charged with a special qualm |
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It feels like Fahrenheit four five one, four five one |
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Malice burns like a constant pain |
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It will never be the same again |
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Her body is tense to the touch of fear |
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The terror screams ring my ears, pure and clear, pure and clear |
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It sends a shiver down my spine |
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Through these walls I hear her whine |
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It sends a shiver down my spine |
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I lost faith in humankind |
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A Throbbing sound, a suffering voice, pleading on and on and on |
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A taste of your medicine, a taste of your medicine |
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The worms were severed in his head |
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I tried to think of what, of what they said |
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The cleaving currents of dispute |
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Now leave you with a bad repute, another one, another one |
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You set your seam with your hands |
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The giving comes, the taking ends, the talking hands |
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It sends a shiver down my spine |
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Through these walls I hear her whine |
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It sends a shiver down my spine |
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I lost faith in humankind |
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She shouts, screams and cries; it's not his fault, keep him here |
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Come, hurry, run, run, |
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A taste of your medicine, a taste of your medicine |