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I'm gonna fight them off |
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A seven nation army couldn't hold me back |
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They're gonna rip it off |
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Taking their time right behind my back |
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And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget |
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Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette |
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And a message coming from my eyes |
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Says I'll leave it alone, leave it alone |
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Don't want to hear about it |
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Every single one's got a story to tell |
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Everyone knows about it |
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From the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell |
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And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you |
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And that ain't what you want to hear but that's what I'll do |
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And a feeling coming from my bones |
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Says find a home |
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I'm going to Wichita far from this opera forevermore |
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I'm gonna work the straw make the sweat drip out of every pore |
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And I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding |
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Right before the Lord |
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All my words are gonna bleed from me |
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And I will think no more |
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And the stains coming from my blood |
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Tell me "Go back home", go back home |
