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This is the room, the start of it all |
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No portrait so fine only sheets on the wall |
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I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain |
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And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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These are your friends from childhood through youth |
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Who goaded you on, demanded more proof |
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Withdrawal pain is hard and do you right in |
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So distorted and thin, distorted and thin |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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This is the car at the edge of the road |
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There's nothing disturbed, all the windows are closed |
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I guess you were right when we talked in the heat |
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There's no room for the weak, no room for the weak |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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This is the room, the start of it all |
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Through childhood, through youth, |
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I remember it all |
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Oh, I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain |
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And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
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Where will it end? |
