Woke up to the sound
of the whole world puttin' you down
Kicked in your own head
They left you there for dead
She's trust trying to get by
Chasing ghosts that just won't die
Gotta keep from??? just to feel alive
They're the k**ing kind
Stitching up these old wounds
With the phonograph needle gloom
Faking every line you stole
Well it's no surprise you lost control
But it's gonna cut you deep
Knock you down off your two feet
Couldn't see it coming, but we all knew
It'd be the d**h of you
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