| Holy mother come and rip out my heart
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| I deserve it I’ve been right from the start
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| Sentimental get rid of my eyes
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| and the picture bloody every night
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| And I won’t stop bleeding until
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| my blood runs out of the radio
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| I do it for nothing
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| If I won’t sell speed coz I can
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| spit some suffer from stereo
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| I’m sick of it when I’m hearing it
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| Anybody with anything to say
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| Hands of protocol stuck in their way
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| So I said from ourselves
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| until we’ll sick in the head
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| we’ll rip the radio hell
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| I believe it we’re sober
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| And I won’t stop bleeding until
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| my blood runs out of the radio
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| I do it for nothing
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| If I won’t sell speed coz I can
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| spit some suffer from stereo
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| And I won’t stop bleeding until
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| my blood runs out of the radio
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| I do it for nothing
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| If I won’t sell speed coz I can
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| spit some suffer from stereo
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| I’m sick of it when I’m hearing it
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| Guitar Solo
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| And I won’t stop bleeding until
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| my blood runs out of the radio
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| I do it for nothing
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| If I won’t sell speed coz I can
|
| spit some suffer from stereo
|
| And I won’t stop bleeding until
|
| my blood runs out of the radio
|
| I do it for nothing
|
| If I won’t sell speed coz I can
|
| spit some suffer from stereo
|
| And I won’t stop bleeding until
|
| my blood runs out of the radio
|
| I do it for nothing
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| If I won’t sell speed coz I can
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| spit some suffer from stereo
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| I’m sick of it when I’m hearing it |