| Choose love, choose tears
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| Choose burning everything that you are near
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| Choose hate, choose hypocrites who whisper in your ear
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| Choose faith, choose a loaded gun inside your pillowcase
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| Choose sex, choose something just for choosing something’s sake
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| Well maybe you deserve better
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| (Maybe you deserve better)
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| Cause the blues are forever
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| For the sons and the daughters, mothers and fathers
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| It keeps getting harder, keeps getting harder to live
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| Choose friends, choose scum
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| Choose to stick around for all the years to come
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| Choose wealth, choose all the awful things that you have done
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| Choose death, regret everything you wish that you had said
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| Choose trust, choose clinging on just because you must
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| Well maybe you deserve better
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| (Maybe you deserve better)
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| Cause the blues are forever
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| For the sons and the daughters, mothers and fathers
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| It keeps getting harder, keeps getting harder to live
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| Get yours, I got mine
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| No second chances, don’t you act surprised
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| This time, I’m bullet proof you won’t take me alive
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| Well maybe you deserve better
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| (Maybe you deserve better)
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| Cause the blues are forever
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| For the sons and the daughters, mothers and fathers
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| It keeps getting harder, keeps getting harder to live
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| Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
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| Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
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| Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
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| Staring down the barrel of a loaded… |