| Way down in your bones baby
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| It’s written in blood
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| So light the candles
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| And beat on the drums
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| No matter what you try to sell me
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| They’re never gonna give
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| Because the combat zone they’re living on
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| Fuck, it ain’t no way to live
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| Won’t have to see you again
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| Bulldozer down your home
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| Won’t have to see you disappearing
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| When you’re gone
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| Kill, kill, kill — your way to glory
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| Down, down, down — a different story
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| Kill, kill, kill — your way to glory
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| Down, down, down — a different story
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| You’re outta your mind baby
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| You’re outta your mind
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| Should have you locked up
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| Until the end of time
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| No matter what you try to tell me
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| What you try to say
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| Had to abandon all your moral codes
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| 'Cause they just get in the way
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| Won’t have to see you again
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| Bulldozer down your home
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| Won’t have to see you disappearing
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| When you’re gone
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| Kill, kill, kill — your way to glory
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| Down, down, down — a different story
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| Kill, kill, kill — your way to glory
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| Down, down, down — a different story
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| Kill, kill, kill — your way to glory
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| Down, down, down — a different story
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| Kill, kill, kill — your way to glory
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| Down, down, down — a different story
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| Who you are and who you know
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| Where you come from to where you go
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| Who you are and who you know
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| Where you come from to where you go
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| Moments that take your breath away…
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| Got your head
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| Back to front
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| Lack of talent
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| Sell out cunt
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| Traitor |