| I guess some kids are just born with tragedy in their blood
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| I try to wash this away
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| I wanna cleanse your
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| VEINS!
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| I can help you see the light
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| Out of your despair
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| You tie the rope
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| I’ll kick the fucking chair!
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| I feel the malice in my veins
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| My heart swells with hatred in your name
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| And when you’ve got nothing to turn black and blue
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| You’ve still got Hell to look forward to
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| (You've still got Hell
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| You’ve still got Hell
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| When you’ve still got Hell)
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| I will dance on your grave
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| I will dance on your fucking grave
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| I will dance on your grave
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| Oh, when you’re blessed with a grave to call your own
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| In my mind you’ll be six feet closer to your home
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| Your eulogy will be music
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| Your eulogy will be music to my ears
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| Oh, yeah
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| I can help you see the light
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| Out of your despair
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| You tie the rope
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| I’ll kick the fucking chair!
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| I feel the malice in my veins
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| And my heart swells with hatred in your name
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| And when you’ve got nothing to beat black and blue
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| You’ve still got Hell
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| You’ve still got Hell to look forward to
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| Black and blue
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| Black and blue
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| I have never really fucking cared
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| She never fucking, had fucking air
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| I have never really fucking cared
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| Tie the rope, I’ll kick the fucking chair
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| Let’s go |