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Bleed me, Let it out slow suck me dry
You got to feed me take me down low
Where those angels fly
Aint nothing that I need no more
Like a full truckload of pain
All over like the final score
With a fist full of open veins, you got to bleed me
To all the people that I loved I hated lied
To all my enemies that tried
Bleed me
Read me torn out pages in an open book
Got to please me one more razor now before I cook
Getting hotter as the seconds pass
But I'm told that's what I need
Getting colder now it's flowing fast
But I'm told that's why I bleed
To all the people that I loved I hated lied
To all my enemies that tried
I remember sitting in the open air
I remember calling out your name
I remember clearly that I didn't care
I hadn't changed
I need to go away
I need to leave you here
I need to face my fears

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