| Look at my bloody hands,
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| I am an old killer who never found his soul.
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| Without a trace I’ll leave this place.
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| I’ll swallow the pain before I go insane.
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| Why do I have to regret every time?
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| Living with guilt, as the blood runs cold
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| Why do I have to regret every time?
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| If I’m the man who has no soul
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| Fuck your tears, I also exist.
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| Don’t look back,
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| For every action there’s cruel reaction
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| For every sin there’s an evil attraction,
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| And hell awaits me
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| Am I a broken man?
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| Or just a guy waiting to be fixed
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| I try to forget all these wounds.
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| Just believe in your epiphanies, son
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| Why do I have to regret every time?
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| Living with guilt, as the blood runs cold
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| Why do I have to regret every time?
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| If I’m the man who has no soul
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| No soul.
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| Fuck your tears
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| No more tears
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| You might just keep far away
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| I need no flowers on my grave
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| You might just keep far away
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| I don’t deserve them anyway
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| No more tears. |