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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “i the throw away”

• Made a man out of me A killing machine Your baby's going to die ma Your baby's coming home You know they put a man on the moon Simply to prove that we all need a place to go Where we're not known Where we're not And to a lesser degree I can recall breathing easy But the deficit rolls Built up i suppose Picking up the pieces Of another fucked up reason For selling of some freedom that was never free Well, never abseloutely Never abseloutely Made a mess out of me A killing machine Sometimes when i need them If i look hard enough to see them I can find my feet As i push against gravity In and out of having them been Led by defeat So one more time's all i need

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