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You thought 'you won't'. In the nighttime you sold the cheap feelings we'd come to own. |
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It's a cold sweat you catch. An old itch to scratch, always comes back before long. |
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Wish it on a lung now. Say it till it dies. |
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Back where it's begun. |
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Are we staring down the gun? |
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Wash out that stem in your old beaten head, |
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the bastard you sent back for more. |
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It's a cold sweat you catch. An old itch to scratch, always comes back before long. |
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Wish it on a lung now. Say it till it dies. |
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Back where it's begun. |
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Are we staring down the gun? |
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Cuz all of the time is torture, the river is shallow tonight. |
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Are we gonna run it dry? |
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Looking over your shoulder, and i'm staring in your life. |
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Am I gonna know this time? |
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You thought 'you won't'. In the nighttime you sold the cheap feelings we'd come to own. |
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Wish it on a lung now. Say it till it dies. |
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Back where it's begun. |
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Are we staring down the gun? |
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Waiting on a light now. |
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Back where we begun. |
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Wishin' it was time now. |
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Are we staring down the gun? |
