| This is the room, the start of it all
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| No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall
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| I’ve seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain
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| And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained
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| Where will it end?
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| These are your friends,
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| From childhood through youth
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| Who goaded you on, demanded full proof
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| Withdrawal pain’s hard, it can do you right in
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| So distorted and thin, distorted and thin
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| Where will it end?
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| This is the car at the edge of the road
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| There’s nothing disturbed,
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| All the windows are closed
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| I guess you were right, when we talked in the heat
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| There’s no room for the weak,
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| No room for the weak
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| Where will it end?
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| This is the room, the start of it all
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| Through childhood, through youth,
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| I remember it all
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| I’ve seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain
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| And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained
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| Where will it end? |