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Oh brother, hear these times of change keep whistling on the vine |
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Turn the page and come of age, join this struggle to survive. |
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The aches and pains, the balls and chains, the only fact that still remains |
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Is I'm running scared and I'm running out of time, |
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I'm running for my life |
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And nothing seems to cover up the scars, |
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A double dosage tries in vain, and rips this broken heart apart |
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The force fed facts the bad advice, when lightning strikes the same life twice |
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I'm running scared, I'm running out of time, |
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I'm running for my life |
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I stepped out of the system, now I'm locked into a prison |
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Watching men who order violence light white candles in the silence |
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Through corruption and confusion, through this precious time I'm losing |
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See the facts turn into fiction, see my health turn to addiction every time |
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Brother, hear these times of change keep whistling on the vine |
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Turn the page and come of age, pack your bags and join the line, |
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Think of me as someone that you used to love |
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At least someone you used to have the time for |
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All the changes up the payments, turning people into patients |
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See the same who order violence light white candles in the silence |
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Never looking for a witness, never asking for forgiveness |
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When I'm running scared and running out of time |
