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It's Sunday and the streets aren't clear |
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The traffic's screaming |
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but we can't hear |
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The sounds...the metals... |
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driving us mad... |
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The sounds...the metals... |
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driving us mad... |
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We must bleed, we must bleed, |
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we must bleed |
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The crash as the bottle breaks |
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Flashes it will through my veins |
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The pain...the colors... |
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making me sane... |
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The pain...the colors... |
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making me sane... |
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the pain...the colors... |
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making me sane... |
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We must bleed, we must bleed, |
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we must bleed |
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I'm not one I'm two, I'm not one |
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I'm two, I'm not one I'm two |
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I want out now, I want out now |
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I want out now now now now now |
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now now now... |
