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Reaching for your gun, you had none, so you stabbed a wounded arm |
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And you drank the blood of a bleeding friend |
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And quit your lying face of trust and love you once offered traces of |
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Knowing well you were never meaning them |
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And you laughed and you danced and it let you feel fine for a while |
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Hanging out with the kids who you knew soon would fall out of style |
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And took your mark at dawn down a line of destruction you had drawn |
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Through a town you were never welcome in |
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And dug your fingers good in the cracks in the mortar, steel, and wood |
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As you drank your cup of sweet revenge |
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And you plotted and planned and you counted the days til they came |
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Hiding up in your tower, tuning out every fool who complained |
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It's so long looking down what you're on |
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If your speech is so lame and just goes on and on |
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If it makes you feel good, you can make them feel bad |
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It's an easy call |
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So when nothing remains you can stand there and claim |
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You've destroyed them all |
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You've destroyed them all |
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Now all your love's a grave and every year disappears |
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I heard someone mark the season you went wasting in |
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So take your walk at dawn through the line of destruction you had drawn |
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Through to rear your head to sink again |
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It's a long way to walk when you're wrong |
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If you're sneaking through town with your wrecking ball on |
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If it makes you feel good, you can make them feel bad |
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It's an easy call |
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So when nothing remains you can stand proud and claim |
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You've destroyed them all |
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It's so easy |
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Take a swing and watch them fall |
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You're a wrecking ball |
