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I can't tell you what it really is ,I can only tell you what it feels like, And right now there's a steel knife,In my windpipe,I can't breathe,But I still fight,While I can fight,As long as the wrong feels right,It's like I'm in flight. Drunk from the hate,what you give is what you take, And sometimes im about to drown
You are the antidote that gets me by Somethin' strong like a drug that gets me High,cuz u make me feel alive...
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