| Now that we’re wasted
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| Talking disconnected
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| I see that wildness in your eyes
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| Proud and hollow
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| Like there’s no tomorrow
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| You know you scare me sometimes
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| Is it fear or courage
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| That makes a man live so close to the edge?
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| He finds no comfort in the other
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| Nothing in this world is any use to you
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| Except these songs you sing
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| Into my drunken head
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| Above this barroom sorrow
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| And I know you won’t remember a word of this tomorrow
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| When will you rage again
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| Or is it enough
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| Just getting out of your head
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| Night after night
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| Or are you running scared
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| Or you just don’t care
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| Or are you waiting for
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| That one high and holy sign
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| To shine a light on you
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| And pull you through
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| To the silent true
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| You say you’re gonna put your old band back together again
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| Just got to find a drummer who understands
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| We sit in the corner
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| People stop to say hi
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| You say, «Fuck off and die»
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| And I feel like the lucky one
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| Six pints into this night
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| And you’re just starting to hit your stride
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| As you heap abuse in every passerby
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| They’re all posers or freaks
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| You say that you and I are the only two in this bar
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| That know what it takes
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| When will you rage again
|
| Or is it enough
|
| Just getting out of your head
|
| Night after night
|
| Or are you running scared
|
| Or you just don’t care
|
| Or are you waiting for
|
| That one high and holy sign
|
| To shine a light on you
|
| Pull you through
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| To the silent true
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| Shine a light on you
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| And pull you through
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| To that one high and holy sign |