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By Mad Season, Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
In the House of Ill Repute
Is
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By Mad Season, I don't know anything
I don't know anything
I don't know anything
I
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By Mad Season, For clear space and soundness of mind
I've let you play
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By Mad Season, Lifeless dead, that unclean bed
Till or when her hunger's fed
How
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By Mad Season, So much blood I'm starting to drown
Runs from cold to
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By Mad Season, My pain is self-chosen
At least, so The Prophet says
I could
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By Mad Season, Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love
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By Mad Season, Do the laughs die when
One such as I run
And allow
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By Mad Season, Lyrics by Layne Staley
Music by Staley, McCready, Martin, Saunders
All
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By Mad Season, Well
I don't wanna be a soldier mama
I don't wanna die
Well
I
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By Mad Season, Music by Staley, McCready, Martin, Saunders
(Instrumental)
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By Mad Season, Music by Jimi Hendrix
(Instrumental)