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| i know you're cold but i've seen it before
i'd take a chance on the wine
your starched white lips introvenous she drips
in fear of turning blind
hair to grey and some guys say
shows you're ,shows you're growing old
do it again,i can't explain
the light sure seems cold
feel the pain it leaves no stain
feel the pain the name of the game
drop some blues,time to choose
why your heart is st- st - stabbing
bloody eyes can't describe
the nature of your ha ha hacking
back to front,the blade tastes blunt
in the safety of your bedroom
no desire to toudh the fire
there's just a,just a sad obsession
feel the pain,it leaves no stain,leaves no stain
feel the pain,the name of the game
feel the pain,it leaves no stain ....stain
feel the pain,the name of the game
feel the pain (6 times) | |
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