| Re-iginite the fires I’m set to burn
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| They stack the odds at every turn
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| So drop another needle
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| Get your head a little clearer
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| Lipstick stains on your cocaine mirror
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| Hold it in
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| A bitter taste
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| Spit it out
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| You’ve got to run while you can
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| Restraint thorwn to the wind
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| Never an escape for those who play this game
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| Suffice to say If you sell your soul to the man in black
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| Then surely you must know his name
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| One more shot
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| One more line
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| One more fix and I’ll be fine
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| My god, I’ve got a gun against my head
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| A rusted blade to file
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| Draws a bitter sting
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| For failures tatse is far too plain Temptations just an alley length away
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| You’ll kick a thousand times today
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| Hold it in
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| A bitter taste
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| Spit it out
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| You’ve got to run while you can
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| Restraint thrown to the wind
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| Never a chance you could win
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| An epitaph of lust, excess
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| Dreams turn to death
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| A once wide-eyed starlet
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| Buried ghost white harlot
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| One more shot
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| One more line
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| One more fix and I"ll be fine
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| My God, I’ve got a gun against my head
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| We are the peddlers of flesh
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| Buying dreams but selling death
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| I’d like to watch it all burn down
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| It’s going to kill you
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| It’s going to kill me
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| In vanity we see how small we are
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| The hand glides across the wall
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| Broken nails fit a broken doll
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| Rope burns across he neck
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| Refection shattered as her fist went through it
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| They like to criticize you
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| Ask for help?
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| They’ll deny you
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| Just once I’d liek to turn the tide
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| The killer dwells inside me
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| It’s begging to be set free
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| Concrete and steel won’t hold me down |