| Should I live so long
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| To see 'em dropping bombs
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| Hope I have you near
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| Check out what comes after here… what comes after here
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| Generation turned a chemical tribe
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| Don’t really care if we live or die
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| Generation turned a chemical tribe
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| Been sold out and it’s no surprise
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| Let the black odds roll
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| Why we can’t tell
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| Ball inside
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| Roll me over is this hell… is this hell?
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| Generation turned a chemical tribe
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| Don’t really care if we live or die
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| Generation turned a chemical tribe
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| Been sold out I can’t tell you why
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| No last supper rite
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| Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
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| Born in ending times
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| Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
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| No last supper rite
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| Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
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| Born in ending times
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| Possibly more truth than fable
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| Generation turned a chemical tribe
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| Generation turned a chemical tribe
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| Generation turned a chemical tribe
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| Generation turned a chemical tribe
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| Been sold out let me say goodbye
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| No last supper rite
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| Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
|
| Born in ending times
|
| Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
|
| No last supper rite
|
| Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
|
| Born in ending times
|
| Possibly more truth than fable
|
| No last supper rite
|
| Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
|
| Born in ending times
|
| Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
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| Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
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| Could it be more truth than fable? |