| Do another round of cocaine 'cause the whiskey done wore off
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| Sell your soul another lie 'cause the truth won’t get you off
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| Your face in the broken glass is a stranger to me
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| Jagged bits and pieces of who you used to be
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| Rippin' all your veins out won’t change a thing
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| Paintin' angels black won’t wash away your pain
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| Dying’s no way to prove we’re not the same
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| The blood in you is the blood in me
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| Mama’s too down to wake up, so she just cries in her sleep
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| Babies are fallin' down, fightin' to feel free
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| Would I have to slit my wrist to not be your enemy?
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| Well, I’ve got a demon or two, no matter what you believe
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| Rippin' all your veins out won’t change a thing
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| Paintin' angels black won’t wash away your pain
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| Dying’s no way to prove we’re not the same
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| The blood in you is the blood in me
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| I’m helpless, watchin' you fade away
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| The bitches, they say only God can save
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| I know that the bottom is comin'
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| Just one short step into nothin'
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| Rippin' all your veins out won’t change a thing
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| Paintin' angels black won’t wash away your pain
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| Dying’s no way to prove we’re not the same
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| The blood in you is the blood in me
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| Do another round of cocaine, cocaine
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| 'Cause the whiskey done wore off
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| Blood in you
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| Is the blood in me
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| Blood in you
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| Is the blood in me |