| Feed my addiction
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| The life that I’ve chosen
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| The chemicals, the decibels
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| Living in the slums
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| I blast out my ear drums
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| Turn it up, just to turn it up
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| Bloodshot eyes
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| They they open wide
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| I stare in the sunlight
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| I won’t go blind
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| You pulled me out of the grave
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| Nothing left to save
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| Thought for sure I would go down this way
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| Now I write on a page
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| Everything that I hate
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| I was a prisoner but now I’m just a slave
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| Finding my balance
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| To break through the silence
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| The open road is never closed
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| Here’s my confession
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| I feed my obsession
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| It’s all I know, it’s in my soul
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| Bloodshot eyes
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| They they open wide
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| I stare in the sunlight
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| I won’t go blind
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| Bloodshot eyes
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| They they open wide
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| I stare in the sunlight
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| I won’t go blind
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| You pulled me out of the grave
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| Nothing left to save
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| Thought for sure I would go down this way
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| Now I write on a page
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| Everything that I hate
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| I was a prisoner but now I’m just a slave
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| Fight, fight, fight, spent my whole life dreaming
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| Not happy till I get some meaning
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| Fight, fight, fight, got a chip on my shoulder
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| I come alive at night, kill the fucking lights
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| Kill the fucking lights
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| Kill the fucking lights
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| You pulled me out of the grave
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| Nothing left to save
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| Thought for sure I would go down this way
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| Now I write on a page
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| Everything that I hate
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| I was a prisoner but now I’m just a
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| I was a prisoner but now I’m just a
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| Slave
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| Slave
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| I’m just a slave |