Dave Mustaine
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Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets
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My faults were letters carved in stone
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As meaningful to you as words written in water
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I'm left to walk this world alone
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Fill solos - Mustaine
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In a broken mold they made me
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The black sheep of the family
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Worth less than zero my opinion
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And room temperature IQ
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I did something, now I'm nothing
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Always wrong with this or that
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Poisoned with fear watch it twist
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My measly brain mad
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Solo - Pitrelli
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Talk about me when my bac is turned
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Next time we meet it will be to late
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The memory burned in my ears of what you said
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And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste it
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Fill solos - Mustaine
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Dark clouds on the horizon
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Make it hard to breathe
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A walking mistake but every time
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I run away, I just come back for more
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The choice is clear I can quit
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And fall on my sword or light a fire
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To see who runs or stays
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And plays the confidence game
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Solo - Pitrelli
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...Warhorse
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I'm feeling quite invisible
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I feel just like thin air
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The truth taunts me
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Solo - Mustaine
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I see the earth below me
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I watch it spinning there
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Does someone, somewhere
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Out there hear me?
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Solo - Pitrelli
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Sentenced to walk in Purgatory
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My life is running down
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I can't believe what they've done to me
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Solo - Mustaine
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I'm left riding a Warhorse
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A man without a country
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Solos - Mustaine, Pitrelli, Mustaine, Pitrelli
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Recipe For Hate. . . Warhorse
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Megadeth |