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He's running wild through the streets at night |
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But he's hiding in the shadows by the break of day |
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He's got a clip-on |
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Spyderco knife |
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But it's just for keeping the wolves at bay |
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It's 2am, ****ed up again |
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He's living in the bottle cause he's living with the pain |
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Insane, poking his veins, he's standing in the rain |
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With nothing to lose but everything to gain |
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Unwanted and unforgiving |
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He's tired of fighting and he's tired of living here |
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Swigging beer with nothin' to fear |
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He's got nothing to lose so he's always winning |
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He's suffocating, the pain can be excruciating |
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And liberating, it helps him forget the worlds he's hating |
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And now he's waiting, there won't be any negotiating |
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He's got nothing to lose |
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He's been beaten and he's been bruised |
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He ain't taking anymore of your abuse |
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He's had enough of their institutions |
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And all the rules he was told to obey |
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They offered him no solutions |
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So he hit the street before they put him away |
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In a deprogramming youth care center |
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To rid him of his insubordinate ways "You know that boy ain't right" is what you hear his parents say down on the world and down on his luck he's got nothing to lose so he don't give a **** about shit taking risks in the street throwing bricks he's got nothing to lose but you've drove him to this trying hard to forget the past he's sleeping under the overpass of 1-95 just trying to survive just waiting for the moon to arise |
