It's Sunday and the streets aren't clear
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The traffic's screaming
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but we can't hear
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The sounds...the metals...
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driving us mad...
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The sounds...the metals...
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driving us mad...
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We must bleed, we must bleed,
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we must bleed
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The crash as the bottle breaks
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Flashes it will through my veins
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The pain...the colors...
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making me sane...
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The pain...the colors...
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making me sane...
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the pain...the colors...
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making me sane...
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We must bleed, we must bleed,
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we must bleed
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I'm not one I'm two, I'm not one
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I'm two, I'm not one I'm two
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I want out now, I want out now
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I want out now now now now now
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now now now...
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We Must Bleed
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Germs |