| When I’m fallen, my face in the dirt
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| And I hunger, my pain cannot hurt
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| 'Cause today is a day
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| That’s no different from another
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| Passing time to the grave
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| Chasing tail. |
| Folly is the game I play
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| When I’m down in the dirt, my pain cannot hurt
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| I hunger for the new, but it’s all no good
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| 'Cause today is a day that is no different
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| From any other day
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| As I’m passing the time to my grave
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| Chasing tail. |
| Folly is the game I play
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| Hold tight, will I see it through? |
| Hard times turn to worse
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| As I sink into my hole, deep down in this earth
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| 'Cause today is a day that is no different
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| From any other day
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| As I’m passing the time to my grave
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| Chasing tail. |
| Folly is the game I play
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| As I wander through this mire
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| Asking is this really me?
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| 'Cause the fire that burns inside me
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| Is the fire that burns in hell
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| Burns in hell
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| When I’m down in the dirt, my pain cannot hurt
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| I hunger for the new, but it’s all no good
|
| 'Cause today is a day that is no different
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| From any other day
|
| As I’m passing the time to my grave
|
| Chasing tail. |
| Folly is the game I play |