No time
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You never had no time
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Between the legs and into the grave
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no time to appreciate
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The things we want the things wee need
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all alone but too busy
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No time
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you never had no time
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between the legs and into the grave
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no time to appreciate
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for one day could you see my way?
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one day don't walk my way
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cause these empty eyes they used to see
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take 'em out, take 'em out!
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this lonely mind used to believe
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people said they cared then they had no time
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walk on by, then go die!
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backwards lies and abilities
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So we run - there's no way out
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try and get way from unholy sounds
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outta touch - with the world around
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from the girls, the pills, bottled vice - my own little personal anti-christ
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pursuing happiness... run on, run on, run on
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in a kiss of the death and a cold caress... run on, run on, run on
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X O X O we're all a mess
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There's no "I" in we, and i find no sanctuary in sanity
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No Sanctuary Insanity
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| Clit 45 |
