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Good God, it must have been the poison
That left a hole where my senses once were
Someone should have seen this comin'
So tell your friends t keep their hands
Where I can see them

I'm going nowhere
It's safe to say that I'm going nowhere

These bones of mine are dressed to kill
I traded all my absolution in for chasers
Blackout in the red room
And I still carry the scent on my fingers

I made myself what I am now
& I lost myself

Good God it must have been the poison
That left a hole where my senses once were

(We're hangin' out by the gallows pole
We're hangin' out at the end of the rope)

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