| Born on the right side of the wrong side
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| I wear my fucking insides on my outsides
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| You can see my heartbeat, it beats right through
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| And till the day it stops I’m gonna motherfucking persecute!
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| Every single one of you, another loon
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| I got the devil and he’s coming too
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| Coming through to straight motherfucking bury you
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| Someone’s gotta die and I’m fucking bulletproof
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| (I'm fucking bulletproof!)
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| Let me tell you a story, it’s about a little kid
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| Who never really understood much of anything he did
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| He had a chest full of heart and a body full of stars
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| In a broke down house on a broken boulevard
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| And he was strengthless, but he lived through all the hurt
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| 'Cause every time he did he knew he got what he deserved
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| Had to hold up to the fire even if he had to burn
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| Then the pain became the only way that he could ever learn
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| So faithless, but he knew that he could take this
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| Everything then came apart so one day he could make this
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| This song for the nameless, the same tricks
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| Hold up to my hand, I’ll show you scripture in these pages
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| (They're bulletproof!)
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| Hold on, hold tight, it’s not your turn to die yet
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| So long, goodnight, there’s not always tomorrow
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| Hold on, hold tight, it’s not your turn to die yet
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| So long, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Now it’s your turn to die
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Feel the fire then heat the pyre
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| And each of you now is the devil, admire
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| Everything ends like a voice in the choir
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| Telling the truth to you motherfucking liars
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| It’s the calm down, I know I gotta hold out
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| Can’t fucking fall down, the mirror says I sold out
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| God had a vision and that vision is me
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| And I hold it in my heart every second that I breathe
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| So Holy Ghost, hold me please
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| I don’t need these needful things
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| What are these songs that I’ll need?
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| I see this image when I dream
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| So I’m in this and it’s the only motherfucking thing I got
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| 'Cause I’m only fucking Three and you’re motherfucking not
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| I got a motherfucking gun and the motherfucker’s cocked
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| And I’ll point it at my head until a motherfucker drops
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| So faithless, but he knew that he could take this
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| Everything then came apart so one day he could make this
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| This song for the nameless, the same tricks
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| Hold up to my hand, I’ll show you scripture in these pages
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| (They're bulletproof!)
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| Hold on, hold tight, it’s not your turn to die yet
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| So long, goodnight, there’s not always tomorrow
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| Hold on, hold tight, it’s not your turn to die yet
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| So long, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Now it’s your turn to die
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Johnny 3 is gonna put you in the dirt!
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| Most men lead lives in quiet desperation
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| Eventually, that desperation has to end
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| But first
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| Head back to the crucifix
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| The sentence will come to pass
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| Now it’s your time to die
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| Put you in the dirt, put you in the dirt
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| Now it’s your turn to die
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| Put you in the dirt, put you in the dirt, put you in the dirt
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| Now it’s your turn to die |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray, artist - Hollywood Undead. Album song Five, in the genre