The How does it feel you be dead? Are you alone and what's the word she said?

Well, what's the cause and the cure?

I'll give my money to my soul is pure.

All the things that they say,

they keep feeling up your head,

all the things that you do, they gonna come on back to you does the time to the crime boy

You better get in line or else you'll never be free

Take my mind

You could have it leave my heart it doesn't matter

Take my mind you could have it leave my heart. It doesn't matter. But what's it like to have lived?

To give it out to nothing's left to give. I see the pleasure in the paint.

It blends together till it looks the same.

It's not the fangs.

There, there's just getting in my way

walking hard like a slave I'm just waiting to be pick getting in line

that your turn you be good you all get burned

for the town is the deed.

Take my mind, you could have it.

Leave my heart.

Yeah, that's what matters.

Take my mind, you could have it, or leave my heart.

Yeah, that's what matters.

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