I woke up that morning
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Feeling slightly stressed
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Getting in an urge to just bail out completely pissed
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What did I know?
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That night we made our way
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Through the darkness
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And the shame
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[Chorus:]
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Don't let yourself run away
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Cause we have another game to play
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That night you would make us say:
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"Fuck all the details, get on with the show"
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It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake
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Cause we had another round to make
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There was no way we could fail
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Fuck all the details, get on with the show
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The Pittsburgh Syndrome!
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An hour of destruction
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Intoxicated bliss
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Moments of sobriety
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Would cease to exist
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A sudden turn
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Would make that city burn with souls on fire
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Relentless desire
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[Chorus:]
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Don't let yourself run away
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Cause we have another game to play
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That night you would make us say:
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"Fuck all the details, get on with the show"
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It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake
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Cause we had another round to maker
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There was no way we could fail
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Fuck all the details, get on with the show
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The Pittsburgh Syndrome!
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[Solo]
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[Chorus:]
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Don't let yourself run away
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Cause we had another game to play
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That night you would make us say:
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Fuck all the details, get on with the show
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It doesn't matter if the mind's at stake
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Cause we had another round to make
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There was no way we could fail
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Fuck all the details, get on with the show
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The Pittsburgh Syndrome
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Soilwork |