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Black Label Society Fear

're high Oh, back home Oh, back home Oh, the fear of being alone Oh, the fear of being alone Oh, the fear of being alone Oh, the fear of being alone Oh, the fear

're high Oh, back home Oh, back home Oh, the fear of being alone Oh, the fear of being alone Oh, the fear of being alone Oh, the fear of being alone Oh, the fear

to find a place to call my home 9th grade trial by jury only 16 years old Found not guilty back in '93 victim of society Hatred and mass murder thoughts

bullet that's miles inside your head We meet again, how have you been? Meet my friend I've come to collect what's mine Immune to fear, with this gun

punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists. They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions. Throughout history societies have condemned

right Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion Label

cold That fell January day Seasons change for the rain he washed away All the smiles and the tears What's in between and all one's hopes and fears I

it's just punk rock or that we're just naive anarchists. They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions. Throughout history societies have

as your body slowly dies Monster Yo black magic devil horns Wake the devil, we perform We'll weigh more bodies and dead by dawn Ill child, Black label Society