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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
Then i get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I've been looking for a saviour in these dirty streets
Looking for a saviour beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hand, drive another nail in
Just what God needs, one more victim
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