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i don't believe in cutting corners |
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own it like a scar on the face |
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stand tall whether taking the gold or in last place |
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not really the one to give god praise |
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but if you got the gospel tell me how it taste, |
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hallelujah |
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biting on the bullet for strength |
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i'm a long distance runner sucker |
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i'm in it for length |
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it's not a matter of whether you can play |
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but a scale of if you give a fuck enough to make us stay |
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lay it down, |
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separate the men from the mice |
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another body under halogen lights missing its life one |
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wondering what the hell would make you think |
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you could judge another person for loving something |
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so much it hurts the stomach, huh?! |
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living by the blood in my neck with a bulls eye |
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tatted on the back of my head |
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i've never spoke it how they wanted it to be said |
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so the left me for the winter and the wolves |
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tear me to shreds |
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and rip me to bits, |
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tear another page out |
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punch me in the ribs |
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i can smell the poison on your lips |
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whatever it is i'd be willing to bet |
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they wanna to get inside my head |
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tell me how it is |
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sitting in the tower with a rifle and a list |
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i can see the razor on your lips |
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whatever it is, i'd be willing to bet |
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you should've held your breath |
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i don't believe in sitting down |
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take it like a knife in the back |
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if it burnt out into nothing after striking the match |
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i've never been the type to follow the packs |
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then why the hell you so mad? |
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another holy ghost laid script |
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clipped the wings off of my words |
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and buried the shiv(?) |
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they want to pick apart the passion in my ribs |
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i invite them - 'cause i don't run away from shit |
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lay it out! |
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separate the guns and the flowers |
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the minutes that go into all of these hours |
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and i bet if you were given a smidgen |
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of just the tip of the ice berg |
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i've had to struggle with you |
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wouldn't act so sour, maybe not |
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living of the fruit of my stress |
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with a size twelve boot heel steppin' on my chest |
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didn't do it how they wanted it to end |
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so they threw me to the winter and wolves |
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tell me how it is |
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sitting in the tower with a rifle and a list |
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i can see the razor on your lips |
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whatever it is, i'd be willing to bet |
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you should've held your breath |
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tell me how it is |
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sitting in the tower with a rifle and a list |
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i can see the razor on your lips |
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whatever it is, i'd be willing to bet |
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you should've held your breath |
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tell me how it is |
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sitting in the tower with a rifle and a list |
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i can see the razor on your lips |
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whatever it is, i'd be willing to bet |
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you should've held your breath |
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tell me how it is |
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sitting in the tower with a rifle and a list |
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i can see the razor on your lips |
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whatever it is, i'd be willing to bet |
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you should've held your breath |
