| If I could painlessly murder us all
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| Then there would be no more children crying
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| To our deaf God up above
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| If I could painlessly murder the world
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| Then there would be no more children crying
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| Then there would be no more children crying at all
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| I want to hide in an opium sunrise (My world is burning)
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| I’d rather fly than feel the pain (The world is burning)
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| I want to die in a heroin sunrise (The world is burning)
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| Go on and spike, spike, spike my vein
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| Drop it
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| So sick, there is a snatch of an old song
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| Blaring inside my head but I know I ain’t dead, no
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| This can’t be hell; |
| I’m way too cold, I’m shivering
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| The cold sweat is like broken glass
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| Isn’t this a gas? |
| Come join the party
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| I want to hide in an opium sunrise
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| My world is burning
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| I’d rather fly than feel the pain
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| The world is burning
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| I want to die in a heroin sunrise
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| The world is burning me
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| Go on and spike, spike, spike my vein
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| If I could painlessly murder us all
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| If I could painlessly murder the world
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| If I could painlessly murder the world
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| If I could painlessly murder us all
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| I want to hide in an opium sunrise (My world is burning)
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| I’d rather fly than feel the pain (The world is burning)
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| I want to die in a heroin sunrise (The world is burning)
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| Go on and spike, spike, spike my vein
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| I want to hide in an opium sunrise
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| I’d rather fly than feel the pain
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| I want to die in a heroin sunrise
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| Go on and spike, spike, spike my vein
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| Go on |