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Good times and mutilation God took a vacation Self-worth and frustration Everything so wasted God's on vacation Deceived by what you said, Stuck inside my head Some way I've been mislead, The more I'm living, the more i'm dead Nothing's left, now it's gone, All that's left, a fucking hole Thought I had it, should've known, This is how, to kill your soul
Writer(s): George Fiddler, Jonathan Athon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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