| Staring down demons, down at Taunton Middle High
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| Step-dad was a drunk and every weeknight was a battle
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| Rubbing elbows with the morning cattle. |
| Sacrifices
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| Getting even with the demons and all their surprises
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| I couldn’t ask them to leave
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| I just invited them in
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| I can’t believe what I just did
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| Shoved my face inside my pillow
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| Said Hail Mary’s 'til I turned purple
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| It won’t break me down
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| Won’t leave me paralyzed
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| I will spit fire on the pious of the guilty
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| That relate but see right through me
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| I will spit fire
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| I guess you didn’t get the note on the nightstand
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| (Forgot to read it)
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| About setting the house on fire
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| Somehow a witness to my offense
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| Just pissed on the evidence
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| Now everybody wants to know where the dog’s hiding
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| One day I’ll cash your death check
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| Buy the greatest and the respectable
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| That thought had crossed my mind
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| Oh yes, that thought had crossed my mind
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| I’ll take my chances, walking on the wire
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| Not smart enough to keep my feet out of the fire
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| Where the fear and the pain kept buried alive
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| This beast inside metastasizes
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| Crawling deeper. |
| Cut wide open. |
| Viciously and without warning
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| It won’t break me down
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| Won’t leave me paralyzed
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| I will spit fire on the pious of the guilty
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| That relate but see right through me
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| I will spit fire
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| When I’ve given up all I’ve got
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| When my guts are tired in knots
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| It won’t break me down
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| Won’t leave me paralyzed
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| I will spit fire
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| One day I will cash your death check
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| Make believers of the impossible
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| And I might drop my excesses
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| The meanest and the unlikeable
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| But you won’t break me down
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| You won’t put out the fires that I spit out |