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I'm in a rut and six feet down I can't get loose to stand my ground Helpless, standard, filthy, flying, inward, in me I sweat a disease so help me take a new go I'm on my knees I should forget about hope You know who you are Forget about it I'm insect thick and to be found My cancer lips of cancer sound Helpless, standard, filthy, flying, inward, in me From Letras Mania