He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream
You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dream
Take him on occasion in the back of room
If they don't show any affection he'll died in June
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room (x2)
Heading for me, heading this way
He's coming, I don't care
I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine
He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room
You don't thank him I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too (x2)
See the silence in his hand
He's coming, I don't care
(guitar solo)
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time
In a conversation whom they don't know
They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow
See a famine in his hands
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a achance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hall
It is over, we don't care
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