| The bitter taste
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| On my tongue
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| The many holes
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| The damage done
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| It's bittersweet
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| Black on gold
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| And talk is cheap
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| Or so I'm told
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| I'm gonna ride this bike to the edge of town
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| Roll to the bridge with my eyes shut and spit at the stars
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| And scream in the dark
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| There's nothing I can do to change it now
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| But if I cut myself open, baby
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| You can read all my scars
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| Read all my scars
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| Hello, goodbye
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| There's a million ways to die
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| Should've left me way back
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| Should've left me way back by the roadsidе
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| Hello, goodbye
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| I was staring in the dеvil's eyes (Staring in the devil's eyes)
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| Should've left me way back
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| Should've left me way back by the roadside
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| It's a bitter taste
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| Jagged stain
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| On my skin
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| Broken leg
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| Born again
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| Wide glide
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| Upside down
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| Twisted frame
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| My new crown
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| I'm gonna ride this bike till the break of day
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| Rollin' through the garden like the fountain won't take it away
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| I'm not gonna change
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| I'm gonna live so hard, these broken wings
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| Will lift me to the sun so I can burn up in the flames
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| Again and again
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| Hello, goodbye
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| There's a million ways to die
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| Should've left me way back
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| Should've left me way back by the roadside
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| Hello, goodbye
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| I was staring in the devil's eyes (Staring in the devil's eyes)
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| Should've left me way back
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| Should've left me way back by the roadside
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| It's a bitter taste (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
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| It's a jagged stain (Whoa oh, whoa oh)
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| It's a bitter taste, whoa oh, whoa oh
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| It's a jagged stain, whoa oh, whoa oh
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| Hello, goodbye
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| There's a million ways to die
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| Should've left me way back
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| Should've left me way back by the roadside
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| It's a bitter taste |