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twice. My love is just to live my life. Till the Lord decides to out my lights. Oh I know why niggas ain't prepared to die with me. But we all got to die one day. Even though the life has captured me
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There the soldiers in the sunlight. Kill the center of a man in endless suicide. By the night light in foreign sky. Is the holstered bridled child spinning 'round the flame Each is loved now or
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Huh!. Check it. uggh!. Silence. Something about silence makes me sick. Cause silence can be violent. Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide. Then you would push da button. But if ya
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Song Mrs. Sleazy - The 69 Eyes. Lost in love restless empty heart. Dind't care I just gotta get some. Searchin' for the ultimate pleasure. I couldn't avoid the street so obscene. Picked up this card
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. Never one without the other we made a pact. Sometimes when I miss you. I put those records on. Someone said you had your tattoo removed. Saw you downtown singing the Blues. Its time to face the music. I'm
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See them standing in the foothills. Waiting for the kill. On wings of fear the terror sweeps. Into the city beat To defend, this is the pact. But when life's scorned. And damage's done. To
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. You got to. ooww. Yeah I was hangin\\\' with the Devil when we made a pact. I\\\'m drinkin\\\' welfare whiskey smokin\\\' food stamp crack. It was one part sour. two parts sweet. Three parts strong
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You were one. One of the three. One in three must find some peace. You were one. One of the three. I need proof before belief Oh well, you just knew they'd come for you. So it was suicide
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You were one. One of the three. One in three must find some peace. You were one. One of the three. I need proof before belief Oh well, you just knew they'd come for you. So it was suicide
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don't see. The reaper's you and the reaper is me. Breaking laws, knocking doors. But there's no one at home. Made your bed, rest your head. But you lie there and moan. Where to hide, suicide is the
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. Genocide and suicide of syphilis and greed. Speak to me the language of love. The language of violence, the language of the heart This isn't the first time, I've asked for money or love. Heaven and Earth
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comes the blues. Well, sun has run down. She has gone out to hide. Yes, and now I'm out walking. Where the midnight ride. Just me and the good-time Charlies. And the suicide. Here comes long lonely
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They call her. Bulldozer speech demon. Without distractions of hope,. She makes the depression business. Look surprisingly novel. And she's not just royal,. Allegedly loyal. Not unfaithful but
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I woke up to a feeling, it was cold by my side. You had gone with the sunrise, leaving tears in my eyes. I got up with a feeling of an emptiness inside. To the noise of the sidewalk and the
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Bài hát Rose-Tinted Suicide - Angel Haze. You're the shade of the saddest December. Rose colored petals that tragically wither. With my tongue on the thighs of a sinner. And I keep praying father
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Bài hát Rose-Tinted Suicide - Angel Haze. You're the shade of the saddest December. Rose colored petals that tragically wither. With my tongue on the thighs of a sinner. And I keep praying father
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random violence, when the living become the dead. Father killing mother, daughter,son suicide pact. Butchers black 24/7, a sign of the times. Self-destruction, self destruction. A Human Disease
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, the night you died. And I am no good at suicide. . Beneath the rafters the angels sing. Spinning violence and playing with my heart. . The song I wrote, it was for you. To live inside of me, I'm
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Huh!. Check it. Uggh!. Silence. Something about silence makes me sick. Cause silence can be violent. Sorta like a slit wrist. . If the vibe was suicide. Then you would push da button. But
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Huh!. Check it. Uggh!. Silence. Something about silence makes me sick. Cause silence can be violent. Sorta like a slit wrist. . If the vibe was suicide. Then you would push da button. But
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your eyes. This is relationship suicide. . Cos if you go, I go. . Taking shortcuts through the alleys. While your racing through my mind. Cops can chase but they wont catch me. Not before I get
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The paper called it suicide. A bullet from a forty-five. Nobody cared and nobody cried. Don't that make you feel sad?. . Peter brent combed his hair. And sent for the police. Policeman came
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without the other we made a pact. Sometimes when I miss you. I put those records on. Someone said you had your tattoo removed. Saw you downtown singing the Blues. Its time to face the music. I'm no longer
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make you stay. So I don't have to say. You were the one that got away. The one that got away. You was June and I were Johnny Cash. Never one without the other we made a pact. Sometimes when I miss you. I
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make you stay. So I don't have to say. You were the one that got away. The one that got away. I was June and you were my Johnny Cash. Never one without the other we made a pact. Sometimes when I miss you