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What I want what I need is a choice
And you can hear the sorrow in my voice
I'm just dying like a man just marking time
Death is the murder but not a beautiful crime
The drugs I smoke
The smoke I choke
On is it wrong
That I don't wanna live that long
Cause everything thing I loved is now dead and gone
Slaughter
We don't know what's in our food or in our water.
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