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Gave my 2 thousand yesterdays
Nothing is wrong I am a little late
Probably will, probably won't get this cut out of my throat
All of a you come my way, baby believer

I won't be saved by morning
my name, slave turned to master

History
of our father
History
of my father
Mouth of my

of my bed, Benzedrine telephone
Struggling to speak, I'm sicker the sickest dog
Falling faster, liar's grin, we need to be saved from the we're in
I believe in you I have found the way to bring me down

And I be saved by all your yesterdays
So piss on my grave, piss on the

moans
Mouth of our
moans
Mouth of our
Mouth of our
of our father
Mouth of my
of my father
Mouth of my

History
moans
History
moans
Mouth of our
of our father
Mouth of our