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63 lines
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Music is fucking dead
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It's thanks to you cunts stabbing it in the fucking chest
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You, and every one of these fake, righteous, undeserving bands
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Fuck you
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Through sin and self-destruction I stumble home, never alone
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My only home is the bottom of a bottle and a rolled up bill and I'm ready to go
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I live the same day in and out and I don't care how long I last
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All the girls and drink and drugs, but don't get me wrong
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I'm having a fucking blast
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I am rock and roll
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Living a life you can only dream of
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I am rock and roll at its fucking finest
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Just like the cigarettes hurt
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Just like the whiskey burns
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I guess I'm never gonna learn
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Just like the cigarettes hurt
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Just like the whiskey burns
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I guess I'm never gonna learn
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Not gonna stop until my heart stops beating
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Not gonna stop until my last breath comes
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I'm gonna go until I hit the floor and I can't find a way back to my feet anymore
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Pass me a glass and let's destroy everything in this fucking place
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Life at 300 miles an hour
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You pussies can't keep up with this fucking pace
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I am rock and roll
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Living a life you can only dream of
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I am rock and roll at its fucking finest
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Just like the cigarettes hurt
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Just like the whiskey burns
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I guess I'm never gonna learn
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Just like the cigarettes hurt
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Just like the whiskey burns
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I guess I'm never gonna learn
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I've spent the last two years tearing apart my soul
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I'll put the next two in to kick-start the good old days of rock and roll
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Without a drink, without regret, without a second thought
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You hit the nail on the head with the back of your fucking throat
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I am rock and roll
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Living a life you can only dream of
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I am rock and roll at its fucking finest
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Music is fucking dead
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It's thanks to you cunts stabbing it in the fucking chest
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You, and every one of these fake, righteous, undeserving bands
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Fuck you
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___________________________
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Name Reckless & Relentless
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Artist Asking Alexandria
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Album Reckless And Relentless
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