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I was born into this lifeTo a drunk father and a rented wifeWho layed down in a concrete bedWho layed dark thoughts inside my headBut they don't knowNo they don't knowNothings wrong, nothings rightNothing feels quite alrightWatching my fists turn whiteTurn the lips into eyesNothings right, nothings wrongNothing makes me belongAll the kids sing swan songsAll the kids sing along with meI, I want to kill tonightI want to kill tonightI, I want to kill tonightI want to kill tonightI was born into this worldSome kind of sinister little girlI let jesus off the christLetras de cancionesAnd drag his face into the mossBut they don't knowNo they don't knowNothings wrong, nothings rightNothing feels quite as rightWatching my fists turn whiteTurn the lips into eyesNothings right, nothings wrongNothing makes me belongAll the kids sing swan songsAll the kids sing along with meI, I want to kill tonightI want to kill tonightI, I want to kill tonightI want to kill tonight From Letras Mania