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To rid the earth of the filth |
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To rid the earth of the lies |
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To will the rise above |
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Tearing my insides out |
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I feel my soul go cold |
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Only the dead are smiling |
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To rid your heart of all lies |
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Their poison tongues |
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Poison hearts |
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Burning cold |
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Now let the final darkness fall |
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I feel my soul go cold |
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Only the dead are smiling |
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The dream of the new disease |
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On wings of euphoria |
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Sucking terror from the needle scars |
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22 years of pain |
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And I can feel it closing in |
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The will to rise above |
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Tearing my insides out |
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I feel my soul go cold |
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Only the dead are smiling |
