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Fuck that when I die I'd rather go to hell |
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I speak the fucking truth |
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It's not hard to fucking tell |
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I'd tattoo it on my fucking face |
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Fuck you, I'll never fucking change. |
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When you've come to the end of the road |
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And all your stories have been told |
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21 let me show you what I've done |
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Your losing battle I've already won |
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Our wounds become undone |
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And expose our hearts made of gold |
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21 let me show you what I've done |
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Your losing batter |
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Has just begun |
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I looked into my future |
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Was blinded by the light |
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On the path now |
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Doesn't matter left or right |
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Never had to choose |
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Never had to say I might |
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Well I might be fucking short |
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Never intimated by height |
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Baby leave those heels on |
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I'm almost at the top |
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Not my peak yet |
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So I'm never gonna stop |
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But maybe I'm too high |
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Maybe it's the pills I pop |
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I might fucking die |
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When I fucking drop. |
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When you've come to the end of the road |
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And all your stories have been told |
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21 let me show you what I've done |
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Our wounds become undone |
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And expose our hearts made of gold |
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21 let me show you what I've done |
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Your losing batter |
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Has just begun |
