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christmas parties and all-night fights |
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i remember you sweet talking to me beneath the strung-up lights |
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those days are gone now; |
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i know i had everything to do with that. |
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'cause i've never been afraid of dying, |
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never done much to avoid it. |
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these memories still keep me up at night |
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on my way |
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back from a place |
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no recovering |
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and i'm bleeding on my knuckles again |
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fighting a fight i can't win |
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broken teeth and broken nose and 10 years at the bottom of a bottle |
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will you help me find my way back home? |
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the halls in this place, you can hear 'em scream |
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'cause they had to watch and listen to the people and the voices of what they'd seen. |
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i can't hear anything and all i can see |
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is a memory of your smile, your necklace: pistol locket on a silver chain. |
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hold on too tight, you'll lose everything. |
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on my way |
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back from a place |
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no recovering |
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and i'm bleeding on my knuckles again |
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fighting a fight i can't win |
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broken teeth and broken nose and 10 years at the bottom of a bottle |
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will you help me find my way back home? |
