all alone again he woke up screaming here he needs more oxygen to breathe help him up hold him down like a freight train it's bearing down again he
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I know the lies you told and who you told them to. I know everything you didn?t think anyone knew. She?s lost in the sheets. Tangled in darkness. Finding
Big thinking bastards with stupid ideals try to make profit out of me rockstar glamour stupid punk you're just nothing but a sellout prick i'm sick
Med vanda och hat i blick sakta glida ifran att inbilla sig till lycka on att liv utan uppgivenhet att forlora sin personlighet och stalla sig i
Little man with the greatest plan a moron with a major scam every week same old stuff fuck, can't you see we've had enough you keep getting the kids
You seemed to think i wouldn't understand you were so wrong... oh, too bad i'm not as stupid as you think i look i understood directly i'm not one
Pushed around and dragged in the mud silence isn't the best around caught up in their human game nowhere to run to meant to blame keep your head
Think it will give you something more live fast, die young then walk towards a stupid goal live fast, die young sitting around taking your dope
all alone again he woke up screaming here he needs more oxygen to breathe help him up hold him down like a freight train it's bearing down again he's
me I think I finally know mmm-mmm You're scared Ashamed of what you feel And you can't tell the ones you love You know they couldn't deal Whisper in a dead
one that the country picks Martin Van Burne, number eight For a one-term shot as Chief of State William Harrison, how do you praise? That guy was dead
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall
the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man, never my squad go broke Your squad arti-choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones
to sleep when you're dead 'Cause there isn't anything else to do but sleep I feel sorry for the dead I feel sorry for the dead I feel sorry for the dead
streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
find my way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone, dead and I ain't neva been scared, I live through tragic Situations could been dead
