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This is where things start going bad |
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And this is where the map gets |
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Torn up and tossed |
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Put to sleep with the hoof |
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And a trip to the cross |
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A bowl and a porter |
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For the drawn and the quartered |
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I'm gonna sit here dear |
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And see who makes the law |
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This isn't a goodbye letter, |
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This is should I be here at all |
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I'm not gonna take it easy |
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I'm gonna go to bed mad |
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And this is where things start going bad |
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Well, I took off a year |
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And I took off my dead skin |
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And I didn't take it down to zero, dear |
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Just to take it all again |
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This is where we sat, |
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And this is where we kissed |
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And this is where you yelled |
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At the MUNI we missed |
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And this is where I think of |
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The peace that we had |
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And this is where things start going bad |
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This is where things start going bad |
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Well, I took off a year |
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And I took off my dead skin |
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And I didn't take it down to zero, dear |
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Just to take it all again |
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This isn't something good |
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And this isn't something sad |
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This isn't for what we've got, dear |
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This is for what we had |
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And this is where things start going bad |
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This is where things start going bad |
