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from Six Feet Under - Graveyard Classics (2001)
I realize I missed a day
But I'm too wrecked to care anyway I look around and and see this face What the hell have I lost my taste Don't want to find out Just want to cut out My head explodes, my ears ring I can't remember just where I've been The last thing that I recall I got lost in a deep black hole Don't want to find out Just want to cut out Blackout I really had a Blackout I grab my things and make a run On my way out, another one Would like to know before I stop Did I make it or did I flop Don't want to find out Just want to get out Blackout I really had a Blackout Don't want to find out Just want to get out Blackout I really had a Blackout |
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