You just turned so white
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Never needed you so bad
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There's nothing left to disguise
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You never wanted it so bad
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You don't need your soul
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They'll keep you high
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I keep chasing your ghost
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But it all keeps us comin' back for a little while
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You don't look so good
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But you smell like you would
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You don't seem so proud
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In the cries and thunder
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And now the ones you beg
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They won't kiss it away
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I just need your hand
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When it all keeps comin' down for a little while
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Yeah I called my friend the doctor
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Just to keep your heart alive
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He said I ain't too good at healing
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But I'll make you stand
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I need just one more line
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I need you to stand
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And it all keeps comin' out into the light
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You never seemed so cruel
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It's just a question of time
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We used a war machine
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Now it burns out your spine
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You don't prove your worth
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You just make it obscene
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Yeah it ain't no crime to blow your mind
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If it feels to you like a never ending dream
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War Machine
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B.R.M.C. (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) |