| Defiled, burnt, raped and left in the dirt
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| Out there in cold
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| Making it blind, feeling your own skin draw answers
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| Getting cold
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| And damn these wishes to be alive, but the man alive
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| Seeks death
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| You’re ignoring the wounds of your friends
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| Or rotting in the kisses of your enemy
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| I see corpses upon corpses
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| These streets are paved with bodies
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| I see corpses upon corpses
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| These streets are paved
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| These streets are paved, blood!
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| And now you call sex love, electricity is your drug
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| Align these limbs, but one day soon will be frail
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| Yeah, you call sex love, electricity is your drug
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| I see corpses upon corpses
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| These streets are paved with bodies
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| I see corpses upon corpses
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| These streets are paved
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| These streets are paved with gold!
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| Paved with gold!
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| Left, left
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| You love your enemies, too good to them
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| Meant to do without expecting to get anything back
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| And this will be summed up the most high
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| Because it’s signed to the wicked men
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| Hurts, love hurts, love
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| Will tear you apart
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| Will tear you apart
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| Love will tear you apart
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| I see corpses upon corpses
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| These streets are paved with bodies
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| I see corpses upon corpses
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| These streets are paved
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| These streets are paved with gold!
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| Paved with gold! |