| Welcome to Eville, Bienvenidos a hell
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| Drained of promise, dreams lost in a cell
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| Got plenty of victims, tons of stories to tell
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| Painted in a picture, we all know so well
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| Every time I look around, the vision that I see
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| This everyday life system, stuck in reality
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| This is Eville, place we dwell
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| Some call it home, some call it hell
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| This is Eville, place we dwell
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| Some call it home, some call it hell
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| Slowly losing hope, laid out by apathy
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| Days of urban struggles, because life ain’t free
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| Not looking for answers, that doesn’t work for me
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| Peace through escapism, so it won’t bury me
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| Welcome to Eville
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| This is Eville, place we dwell
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| Some call it home, some call it hell
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| This is Eville, place we dwell
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| Some call it home, some call it hell |