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I'm in a big clean room There's blood on my shirt I'm in bad shape from the crash Now I know it's all over Now I know it's all over you Somethings wrong Now I know it's all over Now I know the hunter's you Oh you have the face But I have the pictures A secondhand love in a dying machine This game turns me cold I could show you some things A child with a ghost in her eyes cries for me We break out And we break out hungry We're looking for the priest And we're looking for you I can't believe the noise There's nothing I can do We'll never get out of here alive Somethings wrong I can't believe it |