[Lyrics by Geoff Tate]
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Back streets... oh hell,
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Back where I started from
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There's not a thing... but you.
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When they took you, when they took you from me and left you
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Bleeding on that concrete floor.
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One man's obsession is another man's trash,
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And Mary was more than a whore.
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And every day I breathe I remember more.
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I've become something you wouldn't believe!
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I've got this number burned in my brain,
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A walking nightmare, only slightly insane.
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They tried to take my fight, almost took my life.
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They took my truth from me.
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But when they left me, they didn't know me,
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'cause I'm like a lion that's about to roar.
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Mistakes you make, you take to your grave.
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And now I'm gonna even the score.
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And every day I live I remember more.
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I ain't got nothing to sell,
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But it's time to pay attention,
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I'm back with one foot in hell.
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I'm back.
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There's nothing left but memories here
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Of something that I didn't begin with.
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You wanted to believe in something until the end.
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Yeah I'm like a ghost back from the dead.
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I need revenge. Gonna have his head.
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I'm gonna finish this and X marks the spot.
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I'm gonna find him give him all that I got.
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And every day I breathe I remember more.
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I ain't coming at you with something to sell,
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But you better believe,
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I'm back with one foot in hell.
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I'm back.
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One Foot In Hell
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Queensryche |