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Black Label Society Shot To Hell

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Give yourself to me For only then you will see For I am the skies up above Beneath and everything in between These oceans which harbor your sadness These

Lost again and all alone Lost again for I should have known So many storms, so many times I've died Another goodbye Crash and burn, refuse to learn Your

All you've taken, all forsaken, where you gonna go? No one told you how it would be Half to scale, to ache for shelter, stare into the sun You can look

The freaks in the streets, the nuns with the shot gun The graves rollin' by your side Survival of the fittest and there ain't no pity No one gets out

Here comes the rain Another day, another storm I've been down, down, down For oh, so long I'll walk this mile And I'll ask no quarter For in the end

: The freaks in the streets The nuns with the shotguns The graves rolling by your side Survival of the fittest And there ain't no pity No one gets

: Take me down this road I've been done here once before Take me down this road Once again, never again, forevermore Take me down this road once more

: All you've taken, all forsaken Where you gonna go? No one told you how it would be Half to scale, ache for shelter Stare into the sun You can look