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| Staind - 4 WALLS The thoughts from my mind Command my lips to say I hate you The thoughts from my mind Command my hands to cut your silken flesh The thoughts from my mind Command my feet to stomp your head The thoughts from my mind have one question.. When will this ever end? ::Chorus:: Not much to the life I live Same 4 walls I have nothing left to give Please take it all away... Same 4 walls The thoughts from my mind Feel the pain as rats claw at my flesh The thoughts from my mind Fells the joy as the needle hits my vein The thoughts from my mind Smells the stensh as shit runs down my leg The thoughts from my mind ask for sanity Now for this I beg ::Chorus:: i can taste it on my blood, and with every word i say, this life is like a painting, that's only painted in grey. |
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