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Everyone I love deserves a holiday in the sun |
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Almost everyday 'til the lions |
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Are off of their backs |
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Runaway teens are the gate to the Milky Way |
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Reach for the stars with your brightest gaze |
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Never let the bastards bite back |
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Those who've seen the backs of the cowards |
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Have seen how fast they can run |
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Bullet holes through the walls of the summer |
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Goddamn, what have we done? |
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Wicked ways |
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Collapsed broke and slain |
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Suffocate |
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Rattling in their chains |
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Oh! |
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Oh! |
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Runaway teens are the gate to the Milky Way |
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Reach for the stars with your brightest gaze |
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Never let the bastards bite back |
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Those who've seen the backs of the cowards |
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Have seen how fast they can run |
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Bullet holes through the walls of the summer |
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Goddamn, what have we done? |
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Everyone I love deserves a holiday in the sun |
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Almost everyday 'til the lions |
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Are off of their backs |
