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Somewhere there's a little girl crying |
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Somewhere there's an old man dying |
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Somewhere there's a last hope trying |
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To move and find its way through the dark |
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You got to take it all while you can |
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Any time, anywhere could be your last stand |
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Sometimes your worst enemy's your best friend |
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Turns out we all go south in the end, in the end |
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Yeah you're just another coffin on Martin Luther Avenue |
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Like that cigarette crushed and stuck to the bottom of your shoe |
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When those thoughts come poison like hot water rolling around your head |
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If you're thinking that I'm wrong then you've already left for dead, left for dead |
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I won't sleep until my work is done |
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The day or night don't wait for anyone |
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We're born just like a bullet from a gun |
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Our shadows look small next to that setting sun, look at that setting sun |
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Yeah you're just another coffin on Martin Luther Avenue |
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Like that cigarette crushed and stuck to the bottom of your shoe |
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When those thoughts come poison like hot water rolling around your head |
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If you're thinking that I'm wrong then you've already left for dead, left for dead, left for dead, left for dead |
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You're going to have to |
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You're going to have to |
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You're going to have to |
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You're going to have to |
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You're going to have to |
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Call them up and call them out |
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Call them up and call them out |
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You're going to have to |
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You're going to have to |
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You're going to have to |
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Call them up and call them out |
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Call them up and call them out |
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You're going to have to |
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You're going to have to |
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Call them up and call them out |
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You're going to have to |
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You're going to have to |
