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[Joe Horton verse] |
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[[hook]] |
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Tattoo the white whale |
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Across my backside |
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Only bit once |
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But it's enough to keep me alive |
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Tattoo the white whale |
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Across my backside |
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If I live to see the next sun |
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It's because he died |
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[Kristoff Krane verse] |
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I'm talking sacred as the night |
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That laid my body on the stone slab |
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Made me choose between whether |
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I'm staying here |
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Or going back |
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Ringing in my ear drums |
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Running out of breath |
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Reason disappears |
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Spirit rising from my chest |
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Poking at my face |
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Making it quite clear |
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There's always blood to sacrifice |
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In places they don't fight fair |
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Suit yourself soldier |
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Training camp is almost done |
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Now finish washing up your brain |
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Grab the remote and load your gun |
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I refuse to refill a prescription I don't need |
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Or fulfill the duties of some shoes I don't fit in |
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The old me's addicted |
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To the new world order |
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But the new me's withdrawing |
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From the old world vision |
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Plug the flood |
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From the perspective of a rain drop |
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Hung to dry, dead by a thread |
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Coming out our clothes |
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It's evident we aren't cut from the same cloth |
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learning how to cope with chaos and we're getting' close |
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[[hook]] |
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Tattoo the white whale |
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Across my backside |
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Only bit once |
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But it's enough to keep me alive |
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Tattoo the white whale |
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Across my backside |
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If I live to see the next sun |
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It's because he died |
