Holy Sons - The Fact Facer | Текст песни

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I'm doubling time
I'm spilling my glass
There's so many safe ways
I'm travelling past
I don't need to rest

I've been with the worst
I've seen them before
Like Toshiro Mifune
I'm always the sword
I can't stand to sleep


Smoking dope
Of whatever I do
Police won't find me if I stay with you
They will

Humiliation
In the middle of the highway

I'm on various drugs
I need crowd control
Oh, I wouldn't know if I had sold my soul
So many years ago

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