| Sometimes a man with nothing good left to die for
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| Can live with nothing to lose
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| Chichik Boom
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| Scars on my hands, skin windows stare into nowhere
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| A man with nothing to lose
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| Long years and days all blur in broken slow motion
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| Pills and cheap bitter booze
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| Glass shards and bloody stains on the floor
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| This world is rotten right to core
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| I keep watching the world go by in bullet time
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| I keep pushing the pain back down inside
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| Time trickles away as golden hammers chime
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| Keep hunting the peace I’ve been denied
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| Chichik Boom
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| Just like a wild stray dog I stumble through side streets
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| I bite louder than I bark
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| The noise inside my head rings out through the city
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| White flares flash through the dark
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| There is no innocence for the brave
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| No peace for those you suffer to save
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| I keep watching the world go by in bullet time
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| I keep pushing the pain back down inside
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| Time trickles away as golden hammers chime
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| Keep hunting the peace I’ve been denied
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| Sometimes a man with nothing good left to die for
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| Can live with nothing to lose
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| I keep watching the world go by in bullet time
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| I keep pushing the pain back down inside
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| Time trickles away as golden hammers chime
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| I keep hunting the peace I’ve been denied
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| Oh I keep on runnin' from the pain
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| But it’s gonna find me now
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| Yeah, it’s gonna find me now
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| It’s gonna find me
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| It’s gonna find me
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| It’s gonna find me, yeah
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| Gonna find me |