You lie in the garden surrounded by fools
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They're trying to tast it, the evilest part of you
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Stretching your life line
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You're kicked out of school
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Learnin' survival, you live in the waste pool
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You're holding a shotgoun, destroying your life
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You want it, said want it, said want it
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Where life turns cold
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You know when your memory dies
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Where fire flows
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Say it in another life, should have never left it alone
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They call you a freak yea, who's different than you
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You're hitting the streets to find any new solitude
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You choke in the dark, hide your cigarette stain
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You choke in the dark, yea you're chokin' it, chokin' it
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Where life turns cold
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You know when your memory dies
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Where fire flows
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Say it in another life, should have never left it alone
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Always called the bastard child
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And no one really cares if I die
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Where life turns cold
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You know when your memory dies
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Where fire flows
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Stone and kaleidoscopes, sand on the walls
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Serpents and snails are crawling, crawling my inner walls
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The floor always spinning when the rain spills the roof
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Escaping the fury of it escaping the truth
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Where life turns cold
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You know when your memory dies
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Where fire flows
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Where life turns cold
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You know when your memory dies
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where fire flows
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The Memory Dies
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Holy Mother |