| Ain’t no jog, ain’t no jog
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| It’s a sprint till the end
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| Out of breath, out of breath
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| Another hills 'round the bend
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| Gear is on, gear is on
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| And I’m dressed to defend
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| What you got for me?
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| Throw it all on me
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| Sandpapered away
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| The bloom is off the rose
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| Pick a new bouquet
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| The old one decomposed
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| Wipe the brow and say
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| My vain system peaks when it hits 'em
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| So pristine
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| Well I keep pushing onward
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| With a full head of steam
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| Severed clean
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| Wash my hands of this land where I was brought
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| In my scope, in my scope
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| Triggers set and I don’t miss
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| If you live, if you live
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| Then I failed and you’ll exist
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| But I won’t, but I won’t
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| Don’t waste time and resist
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| What I got for you
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| Throw it all at you
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| Watch it flow river’s wild down the hill
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| Another notch I’m paid well for a kill
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| Sandpapered away
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| And the assigment will be closed
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| Pick a new bouquet
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| While arteries froze
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| Wipe the brow and say
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| My vain system spikes when it clips 'em |