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and you could be my chemical now. Give me the drug you know I'm after. Connect me and you could be my chemical When everybody wants you. (The chemical goes slow). When everybody wants you. (My
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and you could be my chemical now. Give me the drug you know I'm after. Connect me and you could be my chemical When everybody wants you. (The chemical goes slow). When everybody wants you. (My
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Chemical warfare Frantic minds are terrified, life lies in a grave. Silent death rides high above on the wings of revelation. Multi death from chemicals, arrogance has won. Annihilation must be
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Chemical warfare Frantic minds are terrified, life lies in a grave. Silent death rides high above on the wings of revelation. Multi death from chemicals, arrogance has won. Annihilation must be
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driving me insane. This is a crazy kind of game. It's dangerous, it's chemical. . Try to find a remedy. 'Cause l really think l love you. Try some kind of therapy. L'm running out of patience. Sick
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getting cooked and burned. . Nothing will ever be the same. Nothing will take away your pain. . Chorus. You're love's all good. You're love's all good. It's chemical. . I dream of a time when I'm
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Cut this picture into you and me. Burn it backwards, kill this history. Make it over, make it stay away. Or hatell say the ending that love started to say Theres a kid, a floor below me saying
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driving me insane. This is a crazy kind of game. It's dangerous, it's chemical. . Try to find a remedy. 'Cause l really think l love you. Try some kind of therapy. L'm running out of patience. Sick
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tiHeadfirst For Halos. army chemical romance. ali brought you my bullets,you brought me your love. Headfirst For Halos----My chemical romance. Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts
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(Lee Hazlewood). . Sweet ride. Give up, you won't survive. You'll never get out alive. This world won't let you. I bet you. And if it did. What's it gonna get you?. What counts is a-how you
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(Lee Hazlewood). . Sweet ride. Give up, you won't survive. You'll never get out alive. This world won't let you. I bet you. And if it did. What's it gonna get you?. What counts is a-how you
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Oh, she's sweet but a psycho. A little bit psycho. At night she's screamin'. "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind". Oh, she's hot but a psycho. So left but she's right though. At night she's screamin'. "I'm-ma
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a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
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