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Now I was only five |
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When my dad told me I'd die |
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I cried as he said, "Son |
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There ain't nothing to be done" |
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Now all the fists I thrown |
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Only trying to prove him wrong |
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But after all the blood I spilled |
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Only trying to get killed |
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And I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Now her old wind and rain |
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And blowing out my window panes |
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And all the drugs, they drive me down |
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Oh, killing light, killing sound |
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But I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Yes, I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Far from below |
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How high can we go? |
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[Incomprehensible], find some home |
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Out of darkness and out of the snow |
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Just let it go |
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Go, go, go, go, yeah |
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Go, go, go, go, yeah |
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Go, go, go, go, yeah |
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Go, go, go, go in peace |
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Hey, help this man |
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I just wanna say |
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I just wanna say on and on again |
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On and on again |
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Listen |
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When I say lean on me |
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That's right |
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When I say lean on me |
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I mean it |
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To all that love I've lost |
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Hey, just trying to play boss |
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And all those friends I hurt |
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Well, I treated 'em like dirt |
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And all those words I spewed |
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Nothing sacred, nothing true |
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To all these ghosts I've turned and |
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Well, I'm ready now to burn |
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'Cause I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Yes, I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Now far from below |
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How high can we go? |
