| I’d like to thank you all for having me in this village filled with tragedy
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| This is something you won’t wanna miss
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| I swear, it doesn’t have to be like this
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| Check these fools that ain’t been checked, bless this food that ain’t been
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| blessed
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| We’ll stay true while you obsess with who knows who and what comes next
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| Here’s to the losers, the substance abusers
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| The beaten and broken down
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| But don’t look now, all the blueish skies are turning black
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| There’s a killer on the loose again, save me from the pool of blood
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| I’m drowning in
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| So be thankful for this day my friend, at any given time it all could end
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| Check these fools that ain’t been checked, bless this food that ain’t been
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| blessed
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| We’ll stay true while you obsess with who knows who and what comes next
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| Here’s to the losers, the substance abusers
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| The beaten and broken down
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| But don’t look now, all the blueish skies are turning black
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| Let’s remember this day when we’re sober again
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| There’s nothing that they can say, that can ever take, take, take that away
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| Here’s to the losers, the substance abusers
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| The beaten and broken down
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| But don’t look now, all the blueish skies are turning black
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| Skies are turning black
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| (Here's to the losers)
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| Skies are turning black
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| (Substance abusers)
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| Skies are turning black
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| (Here's to the losers) |