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Now Your Dead, |
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For all the blood weve shed, |
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-- The Death Of One Is A Tragedy, The Death Of Million Is Just A Statistic -- |
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This May Just Be The Year That I |
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Take A Gun Called H A T E Upto Your H E A R T And Pull The T R I G G E R |
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With An [ A N G E L ] Face And A Taste Of |
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The motivated thought of the depressed: |
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"What Does It Matter,...It Could All Be Over In A Few Seconds..." |
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Death calls, |
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Im bleeding in my floor |