| I asked God why am I suffering
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| He said, welcome to the world your bank account reigns
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| I salute my wasted youth
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| And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain
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| Repetition needs a friend
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| I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
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| How 'bout we get this party started right
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| And use a bullet for each of your eyes
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| Repetition’s at it’s end
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| How does it feel to receive rather to send
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| Oh, I forgot you don’t have a fucking brain
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| It was blown out by another man drove insane
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| I can’t feel a thing
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| Emotionlessness never felt me this way
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| Can this be the rest of my life
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| No care, no remorse
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| Follow me to a cold, numb mind
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| And live the life of a corpse
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| I asked God when will I get my chance
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| He said, I don’t have an answer and I don’t have a plan
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| I salute my wasted youth
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| And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain
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| Blacked out
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| Blacked out
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| Blacked out, my conscience is controling me
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| Blacked out, the poison never leaves my veins
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| Blacked out
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| Can this be the rest of my life
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| No care, no remorse
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| Follow me to a cold, numb mind
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| And live the life of a corpse
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| I need an answer
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| I need closure
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| I salute my wasted youth
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| And tip this bottle back until the nerves ignore the pain
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| Repetition needs a friend
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| I have a 12 gauge resting in my hands
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| How 'bout we get this party started right
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| And use a bullet for each of your eyes
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| Repetition’s at it’s end
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| How does it feel to receive rather to send
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| Oh, I forgot you don’t have a fucking brain
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| It was blown out by another man drove insane
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| I can’t feel a thing
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| My emotions have the best of me
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| I can’t feel a thing
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| My emotions help me truly see when I’m blacked out
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| Blacked out
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| Blacked out
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| Blacked out, my conscience is controling me
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| Blacked out, the poison never leaves my veins
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| Blacked out |