Yeah, I get it,
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You're an outcast.
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Always under attack.
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Always coming in last,
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Bringing up the past.
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No one owes you anything.
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I think you need a shotgun blast,
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A kick in the ass,
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So paranoid. . .
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Watch your back!!
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Oh my, here we go...
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Another loose cannon gone bi-polar
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Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
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Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
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I'm still laughing like hell.
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You think that by crying to me
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Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
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You've been infected by a social disease.
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Well, then take your medicine.
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[Chorus:]
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I created the Sound of Madness.
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Wrote the book on pain.
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Somehow I'm still here,
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To explain,
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That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
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You can sleep with a gun.
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When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
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I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
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If there's an afterlife,
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Then it'll set you free.
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But I'm not gonna part the seas
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You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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You think that crying to me,
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Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
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You've been infected by a social disease.
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Well, then take your medicine.
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[Chorus]
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I created the Sound of Madness.
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Wrote the book on pain.
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Somehow I'm still here,
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To explain,
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That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
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You can sleep with a gun.
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When you gonna wake up...
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When you gonna wake up and fight...
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[Chorus]
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When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself? [x3]
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Sound Of Madness
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| Shinedown |
