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There's a village inland from the shore that might be misinformed I'm the blame for murder and discourse, I can't help thinkin: I don't know what it is but I think I kinda like it I'm an outlaw There's a trail of blood across the floor, it's leading to the door There's a full moon rising from the trees, i fall to my knees I think I'm losin my mind There's something changing inside From Letras Mania