As I breathe my disease brings me to my knees
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All you need is a taste it'll set you free
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Your infection's my discretion honey, one and the same
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Counting second til I'm medicated, fucked in the brain
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I don't want this baby, I just need it to carry on
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I got the white line fever and an appetite for sin
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If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in
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I sold my soul so long ago, a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go
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If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in
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I sold my soul
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Licking every drop of poison off a pocket of keys
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While some daddy's little angel's getting dirt on her knees
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When the sun goes down the filth run free
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You'll never find a finer specimen of filth than me
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I don't want this, I just need this to carry on
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I got the white line fever and an appetite for sin
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If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in
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I sold my soul so long ago, a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go
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If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in
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I sold my soul
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Some have said that I'm the devil and it's just as well cause
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I've been through and burned down and rebuilt hell
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With my heart in a vice and a knife in my back
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I've got a noose for the world that I'm painting black
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I got the white line fever and an appetite for sin
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If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in
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I sold my soul so long ago, a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go
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If there's a black hole headed for hell then baby count me in
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White Line Fever
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| Asking Alexandria |
