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By Papa Roach, as i look at the picture
of jacoby smoking broccoli
props to
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By Papa Roach, I want to let you in on a story
that
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By Papa Roach, remember the girl
abused with forks, knives, and razor blades
she
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By Papa Roach, i could hear myself clear
from the living room
ruptured pain
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By Papa Roach, I woke up and I feel like shit
I don't remember
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By Papa Roach, I am awake under this blanket of fear
And I must
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By Papa Roach, I will forgive but I won't forget
And I hope you
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By Papa Roach, Today I saw my hero fall apart
The one who taught
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By Papa Roach, I count the days that we have spent apart
I've got
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By Papa Roach, Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my
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By Papa Roach, I'm not listenin', not anymore
The more I learn, the more
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By Papa Roach, Blood of my blood, skin of my skin
A normal human
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By Papa Roach, I'm dreamin' about tomorrow
I'm thinkin' of yesterday
I consume myself in
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By Papa Roach, Hit or miss, fuck a fight
It's time to live your
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By Papa Roach, Take me
And let me in
Don't break me
And shut me out
So
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By Papa Roach, The media is the seduction of human desire
(Set their money,
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By Papa Roach, There's no money, there's no possessions
Only obsessions, I don't
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By Papa Roach, All I need is a bottle and I don't need
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By Papa Roach, Watch your back because the next man is comin'
And you
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By Papa Roach, Broken home
All alone
Broken home
All alone
I can't seem to fight these
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By Papa Roach, Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold
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By Papa Roach, Welcome to the original Papa Roach soundfire
Viva La Cucaracha
My name's
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By Papa Roach, Cut my life into pieces,
This is my last resort.
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By Papa Roach, Life's been sucked out of me
And this routine's killing me
I
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By Papa Roach, Remember the girl
Abused with forks knives and razor blades
Remember the
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By Papa Roach, I got a problem with the snakes that are crawling
Through
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By Papa Roach, I am a mess, I've made a huge mess
I can't
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By Papa Roach, Dead president, fuck the president
Mansons strive for power while I
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By Papa Roach, My words are weapons
In which I murder you with
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By Papa Roach, This is making me crazy
These black clouds following me
