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Kid, don't lose your cool |
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It's still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom |
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It's hard to believe, |
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But I can see, |
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How there could be, |
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So little left to lose(Cracking open skulls like cans of beans on Christmas Eve) |
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Mama's not okay, |
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She lights a candle for every day that you're away |
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Today could be the one she burns the motherfucker down |
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Her final act of grace |
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In a pointless, endless race |
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Kid, you're under fire, |
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Your life is coming down to the wire |
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Maybe you'll take the |
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Captain's hand, |
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Carry his ship through burning sands |
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Cradle your rifle like a man |
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Mama, she says "No way," |
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She's lost it all, |
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So you've got to stay to make her pay |
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She knows the fiend upon the throne's a goddamn sucker for the stone |
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Until the day he dies alone |
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Succumb..Succumb.. |
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Succumb..Succumb.. |
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Succumb..Succumb.. |
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Succumb.. |
