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You might think you've pulled me out through your throat
But you've left the worst bits behind
I've dug so many goddamned ulcers
Just to have a reason to remind
Just to have a reason to remind
And I'll be here
Among the dead
And I'll be here
Among the dead
You might think you've sewn them into me tight
But you let the best ones escape
I'll taste so many goddamned ulcers
Just to have a reason to reshape
And I'll be here
Among the dead
And I'll be here
Among the dead
And I'll be here
And I'll be here
Among the dead
Among the dead
And I'll be here
And I'll be here
Among the dead
Among the dead
And I'll be here
And I'll be here
Among the dead
Among the dead



Авторы: David Lawrence Small, Mike Mcclatchey



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