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    My life, my life in the suicide ranks. My life, my life in the suicide ranks. My life, my life in the suicide ranks My life, my life in the suicide ranks. My life, my life in the suicide ranks
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    bodies, dying and wounded. Litter the city streets. Shattered glass and bits of clothing and human deceit Dying terror. Bloods cheap, it's everywhere. Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line
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    . . - there's nothing wrong with any of us! . - none of us have any major problems! . Aw, man. - hey, let's make a pact! . What?. - let's make a suicide pact! . Uh, no that's. . - I'll go first. . *bang*
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    me I'm steady losin' my sleep. 'Cuz niggas ain't familiar with the rules of the street, and it's a Suicide, it's a suicide. Suicide, it's a suicide. It's a, suicide, it's a suicide. Suicide, it's a
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    Bài hát Like Suicide - Seether . Premedit ation will kill the trust. They'll never know if you fear me. With every second collecting dust. I feel so bloated and weary. 'cause she belongs to heaven
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    . I'm never gonna stop, I will fight to the end I'll stand tall, I'll break bones. I'll give them hell. No bullshit and I'm still here. You better catch me dead Suicide machine. Locked up in this cage
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    me I'm steady losin' my sleep. 'Cuz niggas ain't familiar with the rules of the street, and it's a Suicide, it's a suicide. Suicide, it's a suicide. It's a, suicide, it's a suicide. Suicide, it's a
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    me like. Suicide. Suicide. Suicide 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways. To leave this whole wide world so cold. Stuck on my *** I been drinkin' for days. And I got the nerve to put that Bonneville on
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    Blam. It's a - suicide, it's a suicide. It's a - suicide, it's a suicide. It's do or die. If you want that GRIT. And you're about the DOUGH. Better do it like a G, baby! Bridge Redman (Blam). They
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    I'm going down to suicide alley. Cause the air that I breathe tastes better down there. . I'm going down to suicide alley. Cause it seems as if, as if it's the only place for me. . And I'm
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    night. I'm so tired of living. This suicide life. That ain't no reason to live Wake up in the night. And think of all the years. Falling from the ceiling. And covering your ears You don't know how
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    suicide alright. She's like suicide all night. I'm on the needle, I know it's lethal. But it's the only remedy. I'm crossing over each time I'm hold her. But it's the weapon that I need. Nothing's like
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    oxygen. Contaminated water is what we drink. Pollution, killing the plants we need. Mass suicide caused by the engineers. . We all live in this dying world. We will witness its final fall. Caused by
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    , na, na, na, na, get back, back to the track You do what you want and you play what you want. But it's * what you do and it sucks what you play. It's professional suicide, professional suicide
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    , na, na, na, na, get back, back to the track You do what you want and you play what you want. But it's * what you do and it sucks what you play. It's professional suicide, professional suicide
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    , na, na, na, na, get back, back to the track You do what you want and you play what you want. But it's * what you do and it sucks what you play. It's professional suicide, professional suicide
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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    would 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
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    heat. . Burn!. . Ambushed by the spray of lead. Count the bullet holes in your head. Offspring sent out to cry. Living mandatory suicide. Suicide x 4. . Holes burn deep in your chest. Raked by
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    heat. . Burn!. . Ambushed by the spray of lead. Count the bullet holes in your head. Offspring sent out to cry. Living mandatory suicide. Suicide x 4. . Holes burn deep in your chest. Raked by
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    heat. . Burn!. . Ambushed by the spray of lead. Count the bullet holes in your head. Offspring sent out to cry. Living mandatory suicide. Suicide x 4. . Holes burn deep in your chest. Raked by