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Testo Raised
Testo Raised
I'd rather be hated for who I am,
Then loved for who I am.
It's no surprise, we can't decide
From side to side, from side to side
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Let them throw my flag to the flames:
It's just the way we're raised.
To hate me for who I am,
Than love me for who I am
We wait for the static to come,
It's no wonder we want to die young.
Grab a brick if you think it can change.
Grab her hips if you think they can save.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
We wait for the static to come,
It's no wonder we want to die young.
Grab a brick if you think it can change.
Grab her hips if you think they can save.
Sing the words they'll read on the grave.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised
Then loved for who I am.
It's no surprise, we can't decide
From side to side, from side to side
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Let them throw my flag to the flames:
It's just the way we're raised.
To hate me for who I am,
Than love me for who I am
We wait for the static to come,
It's no wonder we want to die young.
Grab a brick if you think it can change.
Grab her hips if you think they can save.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
We wait for the static to come,
It's no wonder we want to die young.
Grab a brick if you think it can change.
Grab her hips if you think they can save.
Sing the words they'll read on the grave.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised.
Every passion is a passing phase,
But the hell we've raised,
The hell we've raised
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- Affidavit
- One Last Salute
- When You Know
- Closing Remarks
- Darling You
- Wither On The Vine
- A Mistrust Earned
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