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I'm angry like I'm 18 again |
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And walls are closing in |
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But the bastards, and the vultures |
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All want pieces of what's left |
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We built this out of sweat and spit |
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With our hearts in place of brick |
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But I'll burn it to the ground |
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Before you get your hands on it |
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[Bridge] |
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So bury me at sea |
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(Let's pretend it's all a bad dream) |
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Let me get some sleep |
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(We'll deal with it in the morning) |
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[Chorus] |
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I'm waking up to gospel radio |
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From sleeping with my clothes on |
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I ended up as food for wolves |
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For trying to take the world on |
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I'm wondering where you would be without me |
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Where you would be without me |
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Where you would be without me |
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Where you would be |
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I know I was an angry kid |
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But I scraped and scratched for this |
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Now I'm stuck holding a bomb |
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With a fuse that's still lit |
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They'll never let me rest again |
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And yeah I came out swinging |
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But I'm still walking out with two black eyes and a split lip |
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[Bridge] |
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[Chorus] |
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Jake says I got good intentions |
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And I said that I hope he's right |
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Cause I've been burning every bridge |
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That I can fucking find tonight |
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The devil's got a rifle on my front porch |
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With me in his sights |
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He knows I came looking for a fight |
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I came here looking for a fight |
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I came here looking for a fight |
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I came here looking for a fight |
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I came here... |
