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Текст песни "Recipe For Hate... Warhorse" |
Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets
My faults were letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as words written in water
I'm left to walk this world alone
Fill solos - Mustaine
In a broken mold they made me
The black sheep of the family
Worth less than zero my opinion
And room temperature IQ
I did something, now I'm nothing
Always wrong with this or that
Poisoned with fear watch it twist
My measly brain mad
Solo - Pitrelli
Talk about me when my bac is turned
Next time we meet it will be to late
The memory burned in my ears of what you said
And now I've got a recipe for hate. Taste it
Fill solos - Mustaine
Dark clouds on the horizon
Make it hard to breathe
A walking mistake but every time
I run away, I just come back for more
The choice is clear I can quit
And fall on my sword or light a fire
To see who runs or stays
And plays the confidence game
Solo - Pitrelli
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