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old shit Always hurt
Black and blue
Crimson tears I'll
Die for you
Everyone lying
False predictions
Gone away, I'm
Hearing voices
In my head
Just like before, innocent
Kids, playing some more
Life not bad
Mud on the floor
Now with dire reasons
Oh the joys of my
Pain, how
Quick it comes and
Reality bites again
Sucking the blood out of
The heart of me from
Under that ground
Very dark, very
Wet. Once more
X-rayed. And
You think you're in the right
Zone. Well, you're not. Think again.
