How ironic
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I'm nailed to the cross
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while the vultures stuff their mouths.
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God and the devil are split by a thin white line
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Sixi¡í¢¯ feet from an early grave
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nine inches from being saved
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eighteen hundred miles of skeletons on the interstate
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Why do I give myself away
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Why do I bleed so easily
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Why do I give myself away
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To be yours
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Sixi¡í¢¯ feet from an early grave
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nine inches from being saved
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eighteen hundred miles of skeletons on the interstate
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Why do I give myself away
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Why do I bleed so easily
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Why do I give myself away
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If death's coming it best come quick
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If death's coming it best come quick
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If death's coming it best come quick
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or I'm all yours
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Why do I give myself away
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Why do I bleed so easily
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Why do I give myself away
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To be yours
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Her clothes will crack and peel off
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A hard stance that a habit made soft
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I am eaten of worms until I give up the ghost
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If death's coming it best come quick
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If death's coming it best come quick
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If death's coming it best come quick
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or I'm all yours
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TAKE ME HOME
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How ironic
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I'm nailed to the cross
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while the vultures stuff their mouths.
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God and the devil are split by a thin white line
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Why do I give myself away
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Why do I bleed so easily
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Why do I give myself away
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I'm worth nothing to me
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The Marvelous Slut
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| Every Time I Die |