| Caught in the middle of forty two
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| It was a fact, a number, a written word
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| A piece of my mind is it half or all
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| The guns shot off my head
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| To give me what I deserve, what I deserve
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| A scream out the terms
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| These are the words of my persistence
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| I swirl to see you and find I do
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| The arrows burst my skin to show what is left of me
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| And give me what I deserve, what I deserve
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| The bed of nails cuts
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| Don’t leave, don’t jump on me
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| The bed of nails cuts
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| Don’t leave, don’t jump on me
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| The bed of nails cuts
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| Cuts!
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| The trains rolling down the tracks
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| I’m wailing the twelve bar blues
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| Keep on the right track
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| Keep on the right track
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| I was never the same, never the same
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| Give me what I deserve, what I deserve
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| To show what is left of me
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| Give me what I deserve
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| The bed of nails cuts
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| We don’t need this culture clubbing
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| The bed of nails cuts
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| We don’t need this culture clubbing
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| The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts
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| A scream out the terms
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| These are the words of my persistence
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| I swirl to see you and find I do
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| The trains rolling down the tracks
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| I’m wailing the twelve bar blues
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| Keep on the right track
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| Keep on the right track
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| I was never the same, never the same
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| Give me what I deserve, what I deserve
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| To show what is left of me
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| The bed of nails cuts
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| We don’t need this culture clubbing
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| The bed of nails cuts
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| We don’t need this culture clubbing
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| The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts
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| To find my own voice, to find my own voice
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| In the way, in the way
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| Cuts cuts cuts
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| Cuts cuts cuts
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| Cuts cuts cuts
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| Cuts! |