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My Version of Hell
I stumble then I fall
drowning in the nostalgia
another victim of the times
getting sick of what’s crunked
everything has become so blah
where is Freddie’s passion?
where is Perry’s heart?
I want to hear a voice
that makes my emotions bleed
the airways justifie my means
shifted to a cold bitter blow
pushing the old off the edge
with such watered-down content
overcrowded with cocky pricks
representing my version of hell
wish to go back to the ways
the ways of the rocky road
working hard for what we got
take it all the fuck away
drown it in the mud
everything’s a fucking script
telling you where and when to stand
how you should emot properly
a time I thought I’d never see
if I could re-live the past
yeah, I would do it differently
this time I’d sing those songs
a little bit louder
drowning in the nostalgia
another victim of the times
getting sick of what’s crunked
everything has become so blah
where is Freddie’s passion?
where is Perry’s heart?
I want to hear a voice
that makes my emotions bleed
the airways justifie my means
shifted to a cold bitter blow
pushing the old off the edge
with such watered-down content
overcrowded with cocky pricks
representing my version of hell
wish to go back to the ways
the ways of the rocky road
working hard for what we got
take it all the fuck away
drown it in the mud
everything’s a fucking script
telling you where and when to stand
how you should emot properly
a time I thought I’d never see
if I could re-live the past
yeah, I would do it differently
this time I’d sing those songs
a little bit louder
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