I spend time, searching my mind, walking blindly
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I'm a live but I don't know why my thoughts threat me
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Paranoia, fear and guilt, I hope I don't explode
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I'm a bomb that ya can't diffuse,
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a gun that ya can't unload..
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I don't listen, I don't know, man: I don't care!
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You're talking 'bout all the hell you've seen...
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Man: I live there!
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Talk to me and it goes right through
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I never heard a word you said..
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Save your breath 'coz it's no use:
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You're talking to the living dead!
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Ooh..bullet driven eyes...yeah, what can you tell me?
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Ooh..I'm living in a nightmare, yeah!
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I'm on the edge, shrinking back from the ledge
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Looking out my window, down upon my heritage
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Strip malls, thin walls, people paralyzed beneath the sun
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Why me, why now?
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I see the dirty millions and I try to survive somehow...
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Got no reasons, got no needs
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I hear gunshots, I hear screams
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What can you do to me, what can you say?
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I used to be alive but I threw it all away
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I used to have problems, I used to live a lie
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I've seen the sidewalk bleed
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And I watched the mother cry
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I used to have a mind, I used to wonder why
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But now I go from day to day and wait around to die...
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...like he did (4x)
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Volume 4
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Rollins Band |