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Like an nunce in an opium den. |
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Like the fire of A dozen man. |
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Like smoke that clouds my brain. |
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I can taste the rage pumping in my veins. |
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Like two asian beauties on my left. |
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Like A snake I can taste their sweat. |
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Like the blade of A dear old friend. |
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Her tongue in my mouth reaching for the end. |
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Like A beast I can smell her breath. |
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Like the sweet bitter kiss of death. |
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Like A rattlesnake ready to kill. |
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I'm twirling around as the time stands still. |
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Like the sun burning up my skin. |
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Like my tears wash away my sins. |
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Like her body for my soul to rub. |
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I'm drinking lust from A golden cup. |
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I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? |
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Will I win in the end? |
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Blood in the bad, badlands. |
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Like sand up the hourglass. |
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Like A flame I can feel the wrath. |
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Like A coin falling through my hand. |
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Try to catch but I know I can't. |
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Like A roach crawling in my skin. |
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Like A saint I can feel my sin. |
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Like A roach running down my spine. |
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Oh, Lord can't you see that the nite is mine? |
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I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? |
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Will I win in the end? |
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Blood in the bad, badlands. |
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I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? |
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Will I win in the end? |
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Blood in the bad, badlands. |
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(Like an nunce in an opium den. |
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Like the fire of A dozen man. |
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Like smoke that clouds my brain. |
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I can taste the rage pumping in my veins.) |
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I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? |
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Will I win in the end? |
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Blood in the bad, badlands. |
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(Like an nunce in an opium den. |
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Like the fire of A dozen man. |
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... |
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Like an nunce in an opium den. |
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Like the fire of A dozen man. |
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Like smoke that clouds my brain. |
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I can taste the rage pumping in my veins.) |
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I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? |
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Will I win in the end? |
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Blood in the bad, badlands. |