| We stood our ground, waiting for the fight to begin
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| My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they’d swing or run
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| I tell no lie, jackknives in socks, they’re all gonna die
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| Tensions rise, pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies
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| Get the caskets ready, we’re gonna tear right through this city
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| That’s if the anger don’t, that’s if the boredom don’t
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| The drinking don’t intercept this north-end horde
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| Well, who am I?
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| Fighting a war that I can’t win
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| Swelling with things we try to hide
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| You never leave anyone behind
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| A harsh return that slaps you in the face
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| For one last chance, we leave this place
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| We’re all packing up and moving on
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| I’ve got a war in the head
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| Fear our lives won’t pass as great events
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| A better prospect hides up ahead
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| Do you feel it in the air?
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| We’ve been crushed beyond oblivion
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| Farce and death walk hand in hand
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| Graves and memorial walls hold my family name
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| Pills and bottles do the same
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| I hope that freedom’s coming our way
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| The fight never happened
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| The crowd petered out, we all dribbled home
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| Mission accomplished |