Tom:
Introdução:
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Tongue tied and terrified we learned to feel ashamed
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Tongue-tied and terrified we learned how to get down on our knees
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Now our feelings run deep with cold feet
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It fills me with dread and a cold grip on the machine
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There's a stranger in this desert land
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It makes me feel like I'm drowning
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It's a man in black on a Snow White horse with a pointless life that's run its course
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It's the red rimmed eyes as the tears still flow as he fades he hears their goodbyes
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Leaves are changing color
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Green Grass Blue skies
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Hearing their deathly cries
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As their skin boils alive
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Well the smell long and lingers as the match hit my fingers
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It fills me with dread and a cold grip on the machine
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There's a stranger in this desert land
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It makes me feel like I'm drowning
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It's a man in black on a Snow White horse with a pointless life that's run its course
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It's the red rimmed eyes as the tears still flow as he fades he hears their cries
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In the attic I can still hear their cries
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I guess they haven't fully died
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Then out of nowhere a gunshot long and lingers and dread fills my mind
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Still while their skin boils alive