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I had a dream last night and in my dream I took a knife to you |
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I slit your throat from ear to ear |
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The wound was gasping for the air your scream so clear |
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But every dream could never come true |
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Only in my sick mind can I do these things to you |
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With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
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The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth |
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And I will be, oh I will be, just lost |
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I had a dream last night and in my dream I robbed a country club |
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A five year old tried to stop me |
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But I shot him through the head, and now he's dead |
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But every dream could never come true |
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Only in my sick mind can I do these things to you |
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With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
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The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth |
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And I will be, oh I will be, just lost |
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With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
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The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth |
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And I will be, oh I will be, just lost |
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Your heart, your heart |
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Your heart, your heart |
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Oh, it's better too rush upon this blade |
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Then give into the fear in your heart |
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These dreams never cease, your heart |
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These dreams never cease, your heart |
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These dreams never cease, your heart |
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With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
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The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth |
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And I will be, oh I will be, just lost |
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With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
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The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth |
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And I will be, oh I will be, just lost |
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With every passing moment, it just keeps getting worse |
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The walls are getting smaller and I am six feet beneath the earth |
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And I will be, oh I will be, just lost, just lost |
