Whoa Yeah!
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Once a day falling on the trail walking blind
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Trade nothing descretion in low,
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It's hard to wait taking yourself in honor
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I should know how low I can go
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Before I go high, I'm very down
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but I'll be going after it, again and again
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You know I can't go the other way
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without being trashed lost and strungout
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When together try something, going back to the question,
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Thats "What will knock me out?"
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Before I go high, I'm very down
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but I'll be going after it, again and again
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Come on!
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Maybe I Could've fucking trashed my life
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But for that i'm gonna turn to you
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And the trashed people askin' my head until I sweat
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Now tell me what the fuck to do!
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I need to get it to the point where I'm gonna do,
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Nothing but try to be strungout on you
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Let me drown way deep down below
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For the fleeting past you let go
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Until the end I raise like a battering ram
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Lookin' at my own reflection
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Forever i shall kiss you goodbye
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To kill my soul addiction
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Before I go high, i hit the ground
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Then you know me for i get very down
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Up to the next you tell me "fucking whore"
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And i'll be going after it, before I go!
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I need to get it to the point where I'm gonna do,
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Nothing but try to be strungout on you
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Let me drown way deep down below
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For the fleeting past you let go
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Until the end I raise like a battering ram
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Lookin' at my own reflection
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Forever i shall kiss you goodbye
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To kill my soul addiction
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Trashed, Lost & Strungout
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Children Of Bodom |