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You can pray all day to Satan
You can drive pretty fast
You can drink with your prescriptions
But it never comes to pass
I know you don't believe me
But you're gonna see, you're gonna see
One hundred and three
You can make marks with a razor
Choke out on the bed
But do you feel a sense of failure
When you just can't end up dead?
I know you don't believe me
But you're gonna see, you're gonna see
One hundred and three
How can I get it through to you?
I just don't think your death wish
Is gonna come, is gonna come true