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You'll turn away calling back as you run |
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Say it can, that it can, that it can be done |
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You're the last continental bastard chosen son |
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It may be a while, maybe two, maybe three |
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Till the chance, till the chance, till the chance we meet |
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Just to burn all the frames as to not repeat |
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Like anyone anywhere has the time |
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Take a place, take a place, take a place in line' |
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Cause I can spot a scab, |
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I know my kind |
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I want to say, truly say, |
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I know this well |
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Look how far, look how far, look how far we fell |
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You can lie to the liar, |
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I know your tell |
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Turn around, turn around |
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Say what you want to say |
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Say what you came here for |
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Turn away, turn away |
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From everything we want to work |
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And anything that came before |
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You'll turn away calling back as you run |
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Say it can, that it can, it can be done |
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You're the last continental bastard chosen son |
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Turn around, turn around |
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Say what you want to say |
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Say what you came here for |
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Turn away, turn away |
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From everything we want to work |
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And everything that came before |
