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He sticks to the back streets and the alleys he sees through black eyes. |
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Moving through shadows. From battles. He's scarring inside. |
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He knows the hallways. He always avoids the south side. |
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And they find him cause sometimes there's nowhere to hide. |
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The fist feels so lonely. And everyone's watching. |
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The fist feels so lonely. Their eyes are exhausting. |
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Inside something dies. He's buried alive. Buried alive. |
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They brag about it now shout it now faggot's his name. |
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He hears the girls laugh as they pass the blood tastes like shame. |
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He won't give them what they want and scream out in pain. |
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Now he's naming his bullets and he's taking aim. |
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Now they say he was crazy. No pushed to the edge. |
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They all comfort the children the hallways are red. |
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And the bullies know the truth but it's all left unsaid. |
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The children know the truth its stuck in their heads. |
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[Guitar interlude] |
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