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myself. I know you gotta be free, so free yourself A self-inflicted wound, your gift, impeccable aim. Can really clear a room. All the bodies piled up in your way. Oh yeah, oh yeah, it hurts so bad
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Its late enough to go drivin. And see what's mine. That's a study of dying. How to do it right. Youre a holy roller. Get your bed in the loose. If you're hanging around. I'm holdin the noose
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on the vine. . Run, darling Run. I'll stall them if I can,. You'll escape and I'll be left rotting on the vine. . Avert the childrens eyes,. Forget left untold,. Don't look back to see,. The
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Its late enough to go drivin. And see what's mine. That's a study of dying. How to do it right. Youre a holy roller. Get your bed in the loose. If you're hanging around. I'm holdin the noose
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Its late enough to go drivin. And see what's mine. That's a study of dying. How to do it right. Youre a holy roller. Get your bed in the loose. If you're hanging around. I'm holdin the noose
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A song for the deaf, that is for you. . Nobody's comin' down the hall. Everybody echoes in my head. Broken reflection outta luck. Nobody ever needed it. . I got what was. I want to take
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A song for the deaf, that is for you. . Nobody's comin' down the hall. Everybody echoes in my head. Broken reflection outta luck. Nobody ever needed it. . I got what was. I want to take
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in a wind tunnel. Facing down the future coming fast It's just the age. It's just a stage. We disengage. We turn the page Looking at the long range forecast. Catching all the names in the news
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The sky is falling. Human race that we run. It left me crawling. Staring straight at the sun. Only a moment I notice. Every dog has his day. I paid attention. Cost me so much to today. . For
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mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The
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mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The
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mind. . Still I hold your hand. Wrapped as if a ring. We of flesh & blood are only carrying. It's so hard to. . Well, you know. . The seed waits for the reaper to sew. Every breath an art. The
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The sky is falling. Human race that we run. It left me crawling. Staring straight at the sun. Only a moment I notice. Every dog has his day. I paid attention. Cost me so much to today. . For
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Well, I've got a secret, I cannot say. Blame all the movement to give it away. You've got somethin', that I understand. Holding it tightly, caught on command. Leap of faith, do you doubt?. Cut
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Follow trails of you to here. Every mile takes you my way. Rolling faster if we can. Roll. Tables turnin all the time. I'm the dog at your feet. Out of sight and out of time. Yours. You're
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servant. One more day if I find a way. Over. . She seemed to read minds. And I know a later time. We could make it with you. Leave the soul. . Old age. . One more day to complain my servant. One
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I don't mean to make obscene. But even the mob, know what the hell I mean. The knot is tight, on my blindfold. I got my flesh full of blood, I hate rock 'n' roll. Some think too much, then come
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I don't mean to make obscene. But even the mob, know what the hell I mean. The knot is tight, on my blindfold. I got my flesh full of blood, I hate rock n roll. Some think too much, then come too
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I don't mean to make obscene. But even the mob, know what the hell I mean. The knot is tight, on my blindfold. I got my flesh full of blood, I hate rock n roll. Some think too much, then come too
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The blue pill opens your eyes. Is there a better way. A new religion prescribed. To those without the faith. The hero holding a knife. And blood is not enough. Is it too late to go back?. Is
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The blue pill opens your eyes. Is there a better way. A new religion prescribed. To those without the faith. The hero holding a knife. And blood is not enough. Is it too late to go back?. Is
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She said I'll throw myself away,. They're just photos after all. I can't make you hang around. I can't wash you off my skin. Outside the frame, is what were leaving out. You wont remember anyway
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She said I'll throw myself away,. They're just photos after all. I can't make you hang around. I can't wash you off my skin. Outside the frame, is what were leaving out. You wont remember anyway