Every finger in the room is pointing at ME...
I wanna spit in their faces,
then I get afraid of what that could bring.
I got a bowling ball in my stomach,
I've got a desert in my mouth...
It figures that my courage would sell out NOW.
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets,
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets,
I've been raising
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