Mama wash the blood on my hands
Sold my soul to someone, I said
Mama wash the blood on my hands
I've pull the trigger and I might be dead
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Mama, what's the cold in my veins?
Is it dawn or dusk, I couldn't tell
Mama, wish I don't die today
'cause I go go go straight to hell
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
Wake me up
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