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[Solo - Mustaine]<br />He said he'd try just a little bit<br />[Solo - Mustaine]<br />He didn't want to end up like them<br />[Solo - Drover]<br />And now he blames the voices of a toothless wonder<br />[Solo - Mustaine]<br />Pounding on the door to make the next score<br /><br />Anything for a hit, any sin to pay for it<br />For that next bowl, he'd sell his soul<br /><br />Spiral to destruction, it's too late to break the spell<br />He wants the ride to stop on the freight train straight to hell<br />Without the truth he'll never find in a dungeon of his lies<br />His cause of death... high speed on burnt ice<br /><br />Always looking at the ground, a broken, beaten man<br />Memories of his family are calling after him<br />He can hardly think, hardly walk<br />Phone keeps ringing, he can't talk<br />With just one hit the pain would go away<br />But he's dead if he does<br /><br />Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes<br />Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia grows
Letra nueva de la canción
[Solo - Mustaine]<br />He said he'd try just a little bit<br />[Solo - Mustaine]<br />He didn't want to end up like them<br />[Solo - Drover]<br />And now he blames the voices of a toothless wonder<br />[Solo - Mustaine]<br />Pounding on the door to make the next score<br /><br />Anything for a hit, any sin to pay for it<br />For that next bowl, he'd sell his soul<br /><br />Spiral to destruction, it's too late to break the spell<br />He wants the ride to stop on the freight train straight to hell<br />Without the truth he'll never find in a dungeon of his lies<br />His cause of death... high speed on burnt ice<br /><br />Always looking at the ground, a broken, beaten man<br />Memories of his family are calling after him<br />He can hardly think, hardly walk<br />Phone keeps ringing, he can't talk<br />With just one hit the pain would go away<br />But he's dead if he does<br /><br />Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes<br />Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia grows
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