Get Ill Testo
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Testo Get Ill
Terrified of the died, steady loss of friends
Rising star going far, doomed to an early end
I got nothing, we got nothing, we all have nothing, fucking nothing.
I got nothing, nothing left to lose, I'm fucking losing it. I got nothing, no excuse. I'm fucking losing it. I've got nothing but the blues, I'm fucking losing it. I got nothing red, white blues,I'm fucking losing it.
Every face ends with a dead end.
Body, shell, a ghost.
Mind is sickened by the parasites, I've become a host.
I'm fucking losing it.
I fucking want to quit.
I'm running through,
Red white, red white, and bruised
Rising star going far, doomed to an early end
I got nothing, we got nothing, we all have nothing, fucking nothing.
I got nothing, nothing left to lose, I'm fucking losing it. I got nothing, no excuse. I'm fucking losing it. I've got nothing but the blues, I'm fucking losing it. I got nothing red, white blues,I'm fucking losing it.
Every face ends with a dead end.
Body, shell, a ghost.
Mind is sickened by the parasites, I've become a host.
I'm fucking losing it.
I fucking want to quit.
I'm running through,
Red white, red white, and bruised
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