Like a hole in a 45
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There¡¯s an emptiness in all our lives
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Lost innocence in tired eyes
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And there¡¯s oil burning in the east
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But it isn¡¯t for the lamp of peace
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Were already dead, the breathing deceased
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People suffer but we just need what we need
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Leaving marks in backs, wish I could change the past but¡¦
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So we spend these beer stained nights
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Searching for the things that I wont find
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Revolving doors of internal wars
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(Someone please sew my mouth shut)
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Supporting afghan renegades
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With a rose and a razorblade
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Hitting pipes under city lights
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Hung himself on Christmas day
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Day I heard his best friend say
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Everyone he loves are in their graves
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Stuck in these lonely caves we fucking cant escape
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Straws, empty bags and a broken Ramones tape
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So we spend these beer stained nights
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Searching for the things that I wont find
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Meaningless sex, whose sheets am I in?
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It¡¯s uneasy stench stains my skin
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We¡¯re all reading out last rights with self-hate crimes
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Panhandling for hope under smog filled skies
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(Someone please sew his mouth shut)
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Give us something to ease this pain
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Take it all but it wont go away
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Bloodstained we walk in vain
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Straight-jacket¡¦We¡¯re being restrained!
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Give us something to ease this pain
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Take it all but it wont go away
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Bloodstained but all hope is not in vain
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Motionless¡¦ Release the chains!
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10,000 beer stained nights
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Searching for the things that I won¡¯t find
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Burning cross on my TV screen
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The tension wont seize there will be no peace
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So read me my last rights with self-hate crimes
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Tied down she shot it up-we said goodbye
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It¡¯s all been misery on a mainline
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Misery On A Mainline
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| Clit 45 |
