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(We're rolling suicide) |
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Wake-up |
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(Wake-up) |
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Grab a brush and put on a little make-up |
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Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up |
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(Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up) |
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Why'd you leave the keys up on the table? |
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Here you go create another fable |
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(You wanted to) |
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Grab a brush and put on a little make-up |
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(You wanted to) |
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Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up |
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(You wanted to) |
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Why'd you leave the keys up on the table? |
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(You wanted to) |
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Ohh, I don't think you trust in my self righteous suicide |
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I cry when angels deserve to die |
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Arrh |
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Wake-up |
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(Wake-up) |
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Grab a brush and put on a little make-up |
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Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up |
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(Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up) |
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Why'd you leave the keys up on the table? |
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Here you go create another fable |
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(You wanted to) |
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Grab a brush and put on a little make-up |
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(You wanted to) |
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Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up |
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(You wanted to) |
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Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? |
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(You wanted to) |
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Why I don't think you trust in my self righteous suicide |
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I cry when angels deserve to die |
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In my self righteous suicide |
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I cry when angels deserve to die |
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Father |
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(Father) |
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Father |
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(Father) |
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Fucker |
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(Fucker) |
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Fucker |
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(Fucker) |
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Father into your hands, I commend my spirit |
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Father into your hands, why have you forsaken me? |
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In your eyes forsaken me |
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In your thoughts forsaken me |
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In your heart forsaken me |
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Ohh, trust in my self righteous suicide |
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I cry when angels deserve to die |
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In my self righteous suicide |
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I cry when angels deserve to die |
