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Sentenced to this lifelong sequence of watching your back |
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A second guess |
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Sink into the feeding of essence to the vultures of another yesterday |
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Save us from indolence, save us from this fate |
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A black cat tradition damned to the genetics of our parents' ways |
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Half dead, on your way out |
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Sent back to these days of heresy |
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Look at these things that they've tried to do to me |
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Every supple opinion counts |
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Roll her over when you're done |
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Son, don't let them see when you reach for the gun |
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Turning backs on father time |
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A problem with consistent faith |
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Never to count for your prayers |
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Attributed to these backward ways |
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A desire that has lost the edge |
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The solution to the end of our kind |
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Painted into that corner of the mind |
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Smoking gun theory put to the test |
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Prophecies that will seal this final guess |
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The only battle faced is accepting fate |
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Nevertheless a final trait |
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Only hoping to have been on the winning end of the wishbone again |
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Disgruntled attitudes adored |
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Affliction of the victim clause |
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Never listen to your own advice |
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Back to those days of negligence |
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Time to clear the shame from your face and call it a day |
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Wipe the blame from your lips and crawl back to your demeaning ways |
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An adult crusade against the ways they acted when they were young |
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Feeling sore from this lack of respect |
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As your soul is waged for a final bet |
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Will you take that plaque from earlier goals that you have achieved |
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And place it on the dashboard of that wrecked high school dream? |
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Empty-handed in the peak of deception |
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Hating the exact things we do ourselves |
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Cited for these words of the last regard |
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The depraved have let their ideas out again. |
