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Aloha! Or something...I take French, but who cares? Well, ANOTHER phile
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written by me...again. This is the 4th album written by /\/\etallica!
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Now, first and foremost, I havta clear something up. Many people have
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'criticized' me or tell me what a fucking rip off we have here! Well, you
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know who I'm talkin' about....if you said "YEP" than *I* got one thing to
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say----HA! FUCK YOU! HA HA!!! We in NO way copy cDc or any other t3xt!!!
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O.k., now on wit the album....
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Blackened:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich, Newsted>
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Blackened is the end
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Winter it will send
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Throwing all you see
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Into obscurity
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Death of mother earth
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Never a rebirth
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Evolution's End
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Never will it mend
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Never
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Fire
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To begin whipping dance of the dead
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Blackened is the end
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To begin whipping dance of the dead
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Color our world blackened
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Blistering of earth
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Terminate its worth
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Deadly nicotine
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Kills what might have been
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Callous frigid chill
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Nothing left to kill
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Never seen before
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Breathing nevermore
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Never
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Fire
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To begin whipping dance of the dead
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Blackened is the end
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To begin whipping dance of the dead
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Color our world blackened
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Blackened.
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Opposition... Contradiction... Premonition... Compromise
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Agitation... Violation... Mutilation... Planet dies
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Darkest color
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Blistered earth
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True death of life
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Termination... Expiration... Cancellation... Human race
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Expectation... Liberation... Population... Lay to waste
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See our mother
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Put to death
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See our mother die
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Smoldering decay
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Take her breath away
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Millions of our years
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In minutes disappears
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Darkening in vain
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Decadence remains
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All is said and done
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Never is the sun
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Never
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Fire
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To begin whipping dance of the dead
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Blackened is the end
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To begin whipping dance of the dead
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Fire
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Is the outcome of hypocrisy
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Darkest potency
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In the exit of humanity
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Color our world blackened
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Blackened.
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...AND JUSTICE FOR ALL:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett>
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Halls of justice painted green
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Money talking
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Power wolves beset your door
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Hear them stalking
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Soon You'll please their appetite
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They devour
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Hammer of justice crushes you
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Overpower
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The ultimate in vanity
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Exploiting their supremacy
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I Can't believe the things you say
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I Can't believe
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I Can't believe the price you pay
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Nothing can save you
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Justice is lost
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Justice is raped
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Justice is gone
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Pulling your strings
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Justice is done
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Seeing no truth
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Winning is all
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Find it so grim
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So true
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So real
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Apathy their stepping stone
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So unfeeling
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Hidden deep animosity
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So deceiving
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Through your eyes their light burns
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Hoping to find
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Inquisition sinking you
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With prying minds
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Lady justice has been raped
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Truth assassin
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Rolls of red tape seal your lips
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Now You're done in
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Their money tips her scales again
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Make your deal
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Just what is truth? I cannot tell
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Cannot feel
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EYE OF THE BEHOLDER:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett>
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Do you see what I see?
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Truth is an offense
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You silence for your confidence
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Do you hear what I hear?
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Doors are slamming shut
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Limit your imagination, keep you where they must
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Do you feel what I feel?
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Bittering distress
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Who decides what you express?
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Do you take what I take?
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Endurance is the word
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Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd
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Doesn't matter what you see
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Or into it what you read
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You can do it your own way
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If it's done just how I say
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Independence limited
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Freedom of choice
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Choice is made for you my friend
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Freedom of speech
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Speech is words that they will bend
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Freedom with their exception
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Do you fear what I fear?
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Living properly
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Truths to you are lies to me
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Do you choose what I choose?
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More alternatives
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Energy derives from both the plus and negative
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Do you need what I need?
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Boundaries overthrown
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Look inside, to each his own
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Do you trust what I trust?
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Me, myself, and I
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Penetrate the smoke screen, I see through the selfish lie
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=-=CHORUS=-=
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Do you know what I know?
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Your money and your wealth
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You silence just to hear yourself
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Do you want what I want?
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Desire not a thing
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I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom's ring
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=-=CHORUS=-=
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=-=CHORUS=-=
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One:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich>
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I Can't remember anything
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Can't tell if this is true or dream
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Deep down inside I feel to scream
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This terrible silence stops me
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Now that the war is through with me
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I'm waking up, I cannot see
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That there's not much left of me
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Nothing is real but pain now
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Hold my breath as I wish for death
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Oh please God, wake me
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Back in the womb it's much too real
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In pumps life that I must feel
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But Can't look forward to reveal
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Look to the time when I'll live
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Fed through the tube that sticks in me
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Just like a wartime novelty
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Tied to machines that make me be
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Cut this life off from me
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Hold me breath as I wish for death
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Oh please God, wake me
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Now the world is gone, I'm just one
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Oh God, help me hold my breath as I wish for death
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Oh please God, help me
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Darkness: Imprisoning me
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All that I see
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Absolute horror
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I cannot live
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I cannot die
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Trapped in myself
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Body my holding cell
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Landmine: Has taken my sight
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Taken my speech
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Taken my hearing
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Taken my arms
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Taken my legs
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Taken my soul
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Left me with life in Hell
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THE SHORTEST STRAW:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich>
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Suspicion is your name
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Your honesty to blame
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Put dignity to shame
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Dishonor
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Witchhunt, modern day
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Determining decay
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The blatant disarray
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Disfigure
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The public eyes' disgrace
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Defying common place
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Unending paper chase
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Unending
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Deafening
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Painstaking
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Reckoning
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This vertigo it doth bring
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Shortest straw
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Challenge liberty
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Downed by law
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Life in infamy
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Rub you raw
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Witchhunt riding through
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Shortest straw
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The shortest straw has been pulled for you
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Pulled for you
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Shortest straw
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Pulled for you
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Shortest straw
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Pulled for you
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Shortest straw
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Shortest straw has been pulled for you
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The accusations fly
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Discrimination, why?
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Your inner self to die
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Intruding
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Doubt sunk itself in you
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Its teeth and talons through
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Your living catch-22
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Deluding
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A mass hysteria
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A megalomania
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Reveal dementia
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Reveal
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Secretly
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Silently
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Certainly
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In vertigo you will be
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Shortest straw
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Challenge liberty
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Downed by law
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Live in infamy
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Rub you raw
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Witchhunt riding through
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Shortest straw
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This shortest straw has been pulled for you
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=-=CHORUS=-=
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=-=CHORUS=-=
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Behind you, hands are tied
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Your being, ostracized
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Your hell is multiplied
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Upending
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The fallout has begun
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Oppressive damage done
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Your many turned to none
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To nothing
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You're reaching your nadir
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Your will has disappeared
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The lie is crystal clear
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Defending
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Channels red
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One word said
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Blacklisted
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With vertigo make you dead
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Shortest straw
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Challenge liberty
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Downed by law
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Lie in infamy
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Rub you raw
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Whichhunt riding through
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Shortest straw
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The shortest straw has been pulled for you
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Pulled for you
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HARVESTER OF SORROW:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich>
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My life suffocates
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Planting seeds of hate
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I've loved, turned to hate
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Trapped far beyond my fate
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I give
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You Take
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This life that I forsake
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Been cheated of my youth
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You turned this lie to truth
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Anger
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Misery
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You'll suffer unto me
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Harvester of sorrow
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Language of the mad
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Harvester of sorrow
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Pure black looking clear
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My work is done soon here
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Try getting back to me
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Get back which used to be
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Drink up
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Shoot in
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Let the beatings begin
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Distributor of pain
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Your loss becomes my gain
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Anger
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Misery
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You'll suffer unto me
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Harvester of sorrow
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Language of the mad
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Harvester of sorrow
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All have said their prayers
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Invade their nightmares
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To see into my eyes
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You'll find where murder lies
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Infanticide
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Harvester of sorrow
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Language of the mad
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Harvester of sorrow
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Language of the mad
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Harvester of sorrow
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THE FRAYED ENDS OF SANITY:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett>
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Never hunger
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Never prosper
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I have fallen prey to failure
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Struggle within
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Triggered again
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Now the candle burns at both ends
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Twisting under schizophrenia
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Falling deep into dementia
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Old habits reappear
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Fighting the fear of fear
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Growing conspiracy
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Everyone's after me
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Frayed ends of sanity
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Hear them calling
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Hear them calling me
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Birth of terror
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Death of much more
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I'm the slave of fear, my captor
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Never warnings
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Spreading its wings
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As I wait for the horror she brings
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Loss of interest, question, wonder
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Waves of fear they pull me under
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=-=CHORUS=-=
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Into ruin
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I am sinking
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Hostage of this nameless feeling
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Hell is set free
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Flooded I'll be
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Feel the undertow inside me
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Height, Hell, time, haste, terror, tension
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Life, death, want, waste, mass depression
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=-=CHORUS=-=
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TO LIVE IS TO DIE:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich, Burton>
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When a man lies he murders
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Some part of the world
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These are the pale deaths which
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Men miscall their lives
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All this I cannot bear
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To witness any longer
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Cannot the kingdom of salvation
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Take me home
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DYERS EVE:
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<Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammett>
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Dear mother
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Dear father
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What is this Hell you have put me through
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Believer
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Deceiver
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Day in day out live my life through you
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Pushed onto me what's wrong or right
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Hidden from this thing that they call life
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Dear mother
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Dear father
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Every thought I'd think you'd disapprove
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Curator
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Dictator
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Always censoring my every move
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Children are seen but are not heard
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Tear out everything inspired
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Innocence
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Torn from me without your shelter
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Barred reality
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I'm living blindly
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Dear mother
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Dear father
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Time has frozen still what's left to be
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Hear Nothing
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say Nothing
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Cannot face the fact I think for me
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No guarantee, it's life as is
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But damn you for not giving me my chance
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Dear mother
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Dear father
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You've clipped my wings before I learned to fly
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Unspoiled
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Unspoken
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I've outgrown that fucking lullaby
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Same thing I've always heard from you
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Do as I say, not as I do
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Innocence
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Torn from me without your shelter
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Barred reality
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I'm living blindly
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I'm in Hell without you
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Cannot cope without you two
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Shocked at the world that I see
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Innocent victim, please rescue me
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Dear mother
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Dear father
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Hidden in your world you've made for me
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I'm seething
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I'm bleeding
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Ripping wounds in me that never heal
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Undying spite I feel for you
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Living out this Hell you always knew
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Well, was that k00l, k-rad, or some shit like that? Next issue will be
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Metallica's latest album....METALLICA! So be sure to go out and leech
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it! Until then...FUCK OFF!
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