[Music: Vestergaard - lyrics: Frolund]
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You nawseate by your mediocre life
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Gasping for breath like a dying child
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Lowering your head from the heaviness
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of the stone that has kept you from your selfishness
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You strumble down the path of discontent
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Claw dirt with your trembling hands
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Light a cigar with a golden Zippo
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while you run like hell against the gallows
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Gallows of God So have a cigar
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You're soon going so far
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Drink up your wine
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You'll be just fine boy
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You're a matyr of life
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walking through the gallows of God
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[Solo: Broberg]
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You cause yourself to flee along the misery
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Perishing in frustrations beyond infinity
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Numb emotions flooding through your soul
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Death and freedom is your everlasting goal
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So over your shoulder
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you throw your heavy cross
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You're a matyr of life
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walking through the gallows of God
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Matyr Of Life
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