| «Sometimes the devil allows people to live a life free of trouble
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| Because he doesn’t want them turning to God. |
| Sin is like a jail cell except its
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| so nice and comfy and there doesn’t seem to be any need to leave.
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| The doors wide open until one day time runs out. |
| The cell door slams shut and
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| suddenly its too late…»
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| I’m a prisoner of my own mind
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| I fall back into it everytime
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| But this pain i just can’t hold it in
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| We a product of our own sin
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| I been driving down the same road
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| But i don’t know which way to go
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| Memories of a different past
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| Torture me for living fast
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| In my head replaying what you said
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| This ain’t living we already dead
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| Been at the bottom for so fucking long
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| Been all alone since i heard you’re gone
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| Feel more than empty but thats nothing new
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| Would say i’m sorry if i could to you
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| I feel guilty just for waking up
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| All this money couldn’t make it up
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| I’m a prisoner of my own mind
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| I fall back into it everytime
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| But this pain i just can’t hold it in
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| We a product of our own sin
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| I been driving down the same road
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| But i don’t know which way to go
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| Memories of a different past
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| Torture me for living fast |