[Smyth, Thorpe]
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It's feeding my mind
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Killing time on my hands
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It's eating my mind
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Finding a place to lash out once again
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I can't shake the feeling
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That is burning through my veins
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Slam the gates and lock all the doors
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And I won't let nobody in
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It's drinking my blood
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Racing straight to my brain
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Talking right through me man
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Fuckin feeling good
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Right now I feel like shit
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This fiend is taking over
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And demanding all control
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I've got to make a stand
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Before it crucifies my soul
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Fiend, Fiend, Fiend...
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Fiend
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| Vicious Rumors |
