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By Corrosion Of Confor, Left behind what a waste of timeTheyre coming to get
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By Corrosion Of Confor, My problems seem a world awayClose the line and they'll
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By Corrosion Of Confor, When you live your life uptight untrustedbut their blind from
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Ultimate, desolate condition of manLaid to wasteBorn again, dead again,
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Deep in the soul of a man whos seen it
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By Corrosion Of Confor, I've been looking for answers to set you freeBlack are
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By Corrosion Of Confor, I see the world thru blood shot eyesStreets filled with
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By Corrosion Of Confor, They say they live their lives with purityOnly looking through
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By Corrosion Of Confor, You're deadHeard too much, know too much - don't knowif
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Is there no one to deliver you from your ignorance?Maybe
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By Corrosion Of Confor, There's a question mark in the place of a sparkthat
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By Corrosion Of Confor, here we stand before the call accused of fire,it's too
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Past regrets and future fearsturns a boy to a man
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Powers is the heroin of the small-minded manAnd force, force
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Ih have been hunting on the i-10 with jesus and
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By Corrosion Of Confor, If I was king of all the rottenstealing filth from
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Far from reach how the serpents preachlife is a sin
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Taught to believe from the onset, of heavenand hell and
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Grace, pride, tell me whats your name?/Crippled will with tomorrows
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Burning tree, blackened sky - this land God forsakenA thousand
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Father forgive meMother forsake meI think theyve all become to
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Lost in a dream high and wideWhatever price to keep
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Sleeping on the wing Busted flat and dusted boy your
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Over time mistakes were few but i believe they,re mineFaded
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Beginning of this world selled with mankindWho built a tool
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Once in a while youBe better listening to the fools
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Oh lord I must be crazy, settled down and I
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By Corrosion Of Confor, break neck fat race world does it taste just like
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By Corrosion Of Confor, Invalid at last smothers the working classnihilist to be turns
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By Corrosion Of Confor, The number in nationsThe god in their heartsThe justice in