Can you scream the words I could never hear
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Can you feel the silence begin to tear
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But it just takes so much to make it real that it hardly matters
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And if you could see inside yourself your world would shatter
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My mama taught me better than that
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Don't play with angels
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If my lost soul could be given back
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It would be fatal
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Can you see a world you have never felt
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When you sleep the nightmare becomes yourself
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But it just takes so much to make you sick when your heart's a bullet
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But if you could fill some lead in me you would pass through it
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My mama taught me better than that
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Don't play with angels
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If my lost soul could be given back
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It would be fatal
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Your soul keeps lifting away
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My world keeps turning
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It brings me down
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It brings me down
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Oh you're so afflicted
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Your love keeps burning
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It brings me down
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It brings me down
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Can you scream the words I could never hear
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When you speak the silence begins to tear
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But it just takes so much to make you sick when your heart's a bullet
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But if you could reach the edge in me you won't break through it
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My mama taught me better than that
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Don't play with angels
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If my lost soul could be given back
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It would be fatal
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Mama Taught Me Better
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B.R.M.C. (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) |