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THE USED >> Merchandise Links
THE USED
Free from the torment of sin All this I'm giving up Much as the sun would decide to give in Exploding to orange And hear all the voices sing praises and hymns Mark the birth of a change Free from the torment of sin All this I'm giving up It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now Over and over again Light with a sharpened edge Cut through the black empty space we call sky Beginning the cycle that stays And I know in my heart we all die Like the day and the night Like the sun in the sky All this I'm giving up It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now? Is there another side? Beat out the black and white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
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