Once a day falling on the trail walking blind trade nothing discretion in low,
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It's hard to wait taking yourself in honor I should know how low I can go.
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Before I go high I'm very down,
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And I'll be going after it again and again.
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You try biting all the way not be one to be trashed, lost and strungout,
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Then again try something fucked to mess around with what's to coming out.
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Before I go high I'm very down,
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And I'll be going after it again and again.
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Come on!
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Maybe I shouldn't profisize my life what the fuck have I done to you?
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But did you ever be harassed, with my head still trying to tell me what the fuck to do!
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I need to get it to the point where I cannot do,
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Nothing but trying to be strungout on you.
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Let me drown way deep down below for a sleep that'll surely let go.
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Until the end I raise and batter around looking at my own reflection.
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Forever lost I kiss you good bye to kill my soul addiction.
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Before I go I hit the ground,
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The only way I ever get down,
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And with the next you'll tell me where to go,
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Then I'll be going after it more and more!
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I need to get it to the point where I cannot do,
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Nothing but trying to be strungout on you.
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Let me drown way deep down below for a sleep that'll surely let go.
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Until the end I raise and batter around looking at my own reflection.
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Forever lost I kiss you good bye to kill my soul addiction.
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Trashed, Lost And Strungout
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| Children Of Bodom |
