(Verse)
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Crossed bars out the door
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Stubborn run out through the town
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Crawl cross beyond control
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This body's gonna take you down
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Move over till you walk
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Black boulder will spit you out
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Spend with me till the morn'
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I'll tell you what it's all about
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Wretched time!
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(Verse))
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Cross bar, over head
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Keep 'em through the air
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No time, no escape, caught through the stare
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Still wear the parachute, drag you in the depth
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I'll plant you in the soil
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And serve you just pedets
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So loud! It's the end of the line
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You breed your kind (?)
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But you wasted your breath
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(Chorus)
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(Stampede!)
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Trapped into the ground
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(Stampede!)
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Flattened by the sound
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(Stampede!)
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Burn you on the stove
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(Stampede!)
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And pulverize your grounds!
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(Verse)
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You're gone and disappeared through the bloody swerve
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Jab you, round you down to a moshpit straight from hell
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Neck you out the throne, rearrange your face
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And when you bottom out, it's a long way down from grace
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So loud!
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It's the end of the ?
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You breath your ?
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But don't waste your breath!
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You'll never win!
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(Chorus)
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(Stampede!)
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Trapped into the ground
|
(Stampede!)
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Flattened by the sound
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(Stampede!)
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Burn you on the stove
|
(Stampede!)
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And pulverize your grounds!
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(Instrumental break)
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(Verse)
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Crossed bars out the door
|
Stubborn run out through the town
|
Crawl cross beyond control
|
This body's gonna take you down
|
Move over till you walk
|
Black boulder will spit you out
|
Spend with me till the morn'
|
I'll tell you what it's all about
|
Wretched time!
|
|
(Verse))
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Cross bar, over head
|
Keep 'em through the air
|
No time, no escape, caught through the stare
|
Still wear the parachute, drag you in the depth
|
I'll plant you in the soil
|
And serve you just pedets
|
So loud! It's the end of the line
|
You breed your kind (?)
|
But you wasted your breath
|
|
(Chorus)
|
(Stampede!)
|
Trapped into the ground
|
(Stampede!)
|
Flattened by the sound
|
(Stampede!)
|
Burn you on the stove
|
(Stampede!)
|
And pulverize your grounds!
|
|
(Verse)
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You're gone and disappeared through the bloody swerve
|
Jab you, round you down to a moshpit straight from hell
|
Neck you out the throne, rearrange your face
|
And when you bottom out, it's a long way down from grace
|
So loud!
|
It's the end of the ?
|
You breath your ?
|
But don't waste your breath!
|
You'll never win!
|
|
(Chorus)
|
(Stampede!)
|
Trapped into the ground
|
(Stampede!)
|
Flattened by the sound
|
(Stampede!)
|
Burn you on the stove
|
(Stampede!)
|
And pulverize your grounds!
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Stampede
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| Accept |
