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On occasion, my mouth still bleeds |
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From when I cut it when I was young |
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Give me, give me one more chance |
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To make my old friends laugh |
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To be just a footnote in their paragraph |
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Saw I was down but still looking up from the ditch |
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So they grew their nails out |
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They were just trying to scratch my itch |
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If I started over, I'd do the same again |
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If I started over, I would do the same |
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This is not my swan song or adieu so beware |
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When they fly my white flag in the air |
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I'll shoot it down |
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I'll shoot it down |
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With arrows |
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Because I spend all of my time |
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Trying to find what I need |
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What I was biting the hand that fed me |
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It saw I was down but still looking up from the ditch |
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So it grew its nails |
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It was just trying to scratch my itch |
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If I started over, I'd do the same again |
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If I started over, I would do the same |
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This is not my swan song or adieu so beware |
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When they fly my white flag in the air |
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I'll shoot it down |
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I'll shoot it down |
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With arrows |
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So I stopped running, started walking instead |
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It was all in my head |
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Nothing's against me |
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This war was more civil, I realized |
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I had to, secede from both sides |
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I left myself with no ride home |
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But it's the last night of summer |
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And I don't mind walking alone |
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Remember when we ran naked |
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In the field behind your house |
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If I started over, I'd do the same again |
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If I started over, I would do the same |
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This is not my swan song or adieu so beware |
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When they fly my white flag in the air |
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I'll shoot it down |
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I'll shoot it down |
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With arrows |
