| I was born into this life
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| To a drunk father and a rented wife
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| Who laid down in a concrete bed
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| Who laid dark thoughts inside my head
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| But they don’t know, no, they don’t know
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| Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s right, nothing feels quite alright
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| Watching my fists turn white, turn the lips into eyes
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| Nothing’s right, nothing’s wrong, nothing makes me belong
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| All the kids sing swan songs, all the kids sing along with me
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| I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight
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| I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight
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| I was born into this world
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| Some kind of sinister little girl
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| I let Jesus off the christ
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| And drag his face into the moss
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| But they don’t know, no, they don’t know
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| Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s right, nothing feels quite alright
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| Watching my fists turn white, turn the lips into eyes
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| Nothing’s right, nothing’s wrong, nothing makes me belong
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| All the kids sing swan songs, all the kids sing along with me
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| I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight
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| I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight
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| I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight
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| I, I want to kill tonight, I want to kill tonight |