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I wandered through the streets |
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Hoping to be found |
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Do you wanna meet |
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Do you wanna feed |
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There is this empty place |
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It's the hunger I feel inside |
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There is this killing game |
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And my head will roll |
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There is this waiting game |
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Today there is this wall |
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My soul is not my own |
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Today I want to forget |
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At night I hear this call |
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Play this killing game |
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I listened to a name |
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Listened to the craving |
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Do you remember |
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There was a time |
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A very moment |
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The anger I feel inside |
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Do you remember |
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When all colours died |
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Do you remember |
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Bland and blind |
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All the craving was mine |
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I want to forget |
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Shadows |
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I want to forget |
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Shadows |
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There is this killing game |
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And my head will roll |
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There is this waiting game |
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Today there is this wall |
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My soul is not my own |
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Today I want to forget |
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At night I hear this call |
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Play this killing game |
