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Risk my soul, test my life for my bread. Spend my time lost in space, am I dead? Let the river flow through my callused hands and take me from my own, the eyes of the damned.
It makes my stomach turn and it tears my flesh from the bone. How we turn a dream to stone? And we all die young. Yeah, we all die young.
Tell me, I know, I lived so afraid and still we cry alone with words left unsaid.
It makes my stomach turn and it tears my flesh from the bone. How we turn a dream to stone? And we all die young. Yeah, we all die young.
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