No Giving In

40 Grit

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    Sometimes when I sit there and scream out my guts
    You know you cannot hear a thing
    Psycho extremities, masturbation
    Breath down the streets, fall my head
    Fall through my head
    Roll through my head
    Never give in

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    It should have been, it could have worked
    I don't see no reason why
    It could have been, it should have worked
    To each their own sacrifice

    Sometimes I will swim through the feces I leave
    I spit up your disease
    Faking me out, taking me down
    Liquor me up you're sticking around
    I can't see your disease; I can't hear what you hear
    But you see me falling to your weak needs

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    {Chorus}

    I hate you (tell my lies)
    I hate you more than before
    I hate you much more than before

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    Composition: 40 Grit

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