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What would make a man Wanna fell like Dropping his life blood on the Carpet What would make A man hold a gun Hold it straight to the temple of His skull Im not your temple Your backbone What would make a man |
Put a gun to his temple Cold gun to his head Pull the trigger What would make a man Empty his life blood Open up his head Bleed it like a river Your head blown Your head blown Your head blown Your head blown |
Taken down now In the middle of hell Takes the fear out of life Questions why every single night You’re my friend You’re my blood You’re my life You’re my soul |
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Tadpole song lyrics
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