When will I lose my mask of dirt
When will I only stop to hurt
Sittin on my electric chair
Thinkin that god would meet me there
When will I stop diggin my grave
When will I leave my darkest cave
Down in this sweet old fuckin hole
I am about to lose control
Give in my love put on your glove
Give in my love there is a real thing
There is a friend a helping hand
There is a friend there is a real thing
I ve got a reason to live
I ve got a whole lot to give
When will I lose my crown of shit
When will I have the guts to quit
Lying on my own guilloutine
Sweating out zero endorphine
Give in my love put on your glove
Give in my love there is a real thing
There is a friend a helping hand
There is a friend there is a real thing
I ve got a reason to live
I ve got a whole lot to give
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