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Looks to me, the older that I get, |
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Well known, the more I seem to regret, |
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Could it be, they pacified my mind, |
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Well I know, I don't think so, |
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Gang! |
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Another war machine, (x2) |
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Locked up, and throw away the key, |
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You say, I'm something you don't wanna see, |
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You look at me, I'm all that you detest, |
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How so? You helped create me, |
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Gang! |
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Another war machine, (x3) |
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Gang... another! |
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Oh Father, |
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I don't seem to know, |
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How to be living, |
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My brother, |
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Save yourself, |
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Before your life is stepped in, |
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Because they got you where they want you! |
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I live my live, fueled with lack of self-esteem, |
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Just to make it, well I've got to take it, break it, |
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Locked down, in a So-Cal correctional facility, |
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Who tried, correct me, reject me, erase me, |
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Looks to me, I never had a chance, |
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It grows, it hits away my every plans, |
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Now will I learn, to live another way, |
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Oh No! I don't think so! |
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Gang! |
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Another war machine! (x3) |
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Gang... another! |