Someday you'll pass with relief from the tossing sea of despair onto the solid ground of truth.
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Nothing you can say will prove me a bastard.
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I'm left with everything, still stray to question "why?Ħħ... "why?"... "why?", "why?", "why?"...
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Our hands were on the same spear that drove into His side,
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and we're the ones that wound up paralyzed, paralyzed and loved.
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Endlessly we drift inside your distractions and no one is safe.
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Nothing is safe from you... from you. Nothing you can say will prove me a bastard.
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I'm left with everything, still stray to question "why?Ħħ... "why?"... "why?"...
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Our hands were on the same spear that drove into His side, and we're the ones that wound up paralyzed, paralyzed and loved.
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You're like a never-ending soap opera, and we're ready to find out who kills J.R.
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We found a better way! We found a better way! We found a better way!
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We found a better way!
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We found a better way! We found a better way! Yeah...
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We found a better way! We found a better way!
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Bastardizer
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| Norma Jean Band |
