| 'Ringe
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| Too bad I don’t care about lyrics or brains
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| You wandered off, now you’re feeling too late
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| You’re in a pit full of raging despair
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| Feeling so heated, I’m switching my head up
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| Loving every fuckin' second of this shit
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| Thinkin' everything all peachy in this bitch
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| Haven’t even gone ballistic
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| Every fucking day, I’m sick of it
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| Every day, wake up, the same shit
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| I’ma take everything from you, bitch
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| 'Ringe do not know how to fucking chill
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| Better off giving me sugar pills
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| Better off killing me quick, better off keeping me sick
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| Better off being not born, better off with your head torn
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| Better off wearing a crown of thorns
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| Better off with your brain scarred
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| Better off running to Satan, run to me, run to me, darling
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| What is a world to love? |
| What is a woman to hug?
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| What is a planet in God’s hand?
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| More to life than some fucking Xans
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| [Bridge: Sybyr &
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| Ego Mackey
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| Yuh, yuh (
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| Shut the hell up, just die
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| Yuh, yuh (
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| Take these drugs 'til I die
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| Yuh, yuh (
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| Bitch, just let me die |