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This Ruined Ride of My Life I bite my tounge and pray for blood To stream out my mouth And form a crimson son That lights up your life and darkens your world In the contrast of our nights Broken glass doesn't hurt Half as bad as I want to When my bodies crashing through This clumsy car windshield Hatred can't be concealed When my skull rips open Leaving my thoughts concealed Tell me this, does the pavement taste like heaven? Because my teeth are broken and my tounge can't taste a thing But it looks pretty good with my guts on it all crushed and severed And broken bones have never felt better Any thoughts?
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