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I've been carving down the days on my bedroom door. |
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Teeth are all but gum, |
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Takin' a beating from grinding when I'm sleeping. |
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I busted out the boards on my window sill, |
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nailed shut to keep me here I'm dying. |
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Nothing can stop me from trying |
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To claw my way out this grave, |
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Before I decay I will make a clean break |
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And burn it down. |
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I'll burn this town behind me |
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and run until I can't breathe. |
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I'm breaking out, |
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I'll bury all my mistakes |
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and rebuild until my back breaks. |
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Consider them convinced I'm a lunatic. |
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Eyes are wide and crazed, |
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I'm feeling hell bent on wreaking havoc. |
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I sent a stack of bricks thorough the neighbors house, |
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Watch them as they spill into their yards, |
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They don't know how lucky they are. |
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They swat the vultures aside and swear they're alive |
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But just look in their eyes. |
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Burn it down. |
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I'll burn this town behind me |
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and run until I can't breathe. |
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I'm breaking out, |
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I'll bury all my mistakes |
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and rebuild until my back breaks down. |
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On my grave stone for all to see it reads |
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"I took this city out at the knees" at least. |
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On your grave stone, |
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Covered in leaves they'll read nothing more than |
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"Rest In", "Rest In Peace". |
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(nothing more than) |
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(nothing more than) |
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(nothing more than) |
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(nothing more than) |
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And burn it down. |
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I'll burn this town behind me |
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and run until I can't breathe. |
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Maybe I'm breaking out, |
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I'll bury all my mistakes |
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and rebuild until my back breaks down. |
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Down (rebuild until my back breaks) |
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Rebuild until my back breaks |
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Until my back breaks |
