| «Far away from any road,
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| Froze my heart in solitude,
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| Where your passerby can see,
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| Our life’s highway guard within,
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| Knowing when our last does fail,
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| Our compassion shall be met,
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| Our life’s highway guard within."
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| We need vices (oh),
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| We need vices (oh),
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| Well you took my hope and my marriage license,
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| (where's my home?)
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| Those days are dead
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| (forgive me)
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| Those days are dead
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| (forgive me)
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| Those days are dead
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| (forgive me)
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| We need vices at fifty thousand degrees
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| I don’t care
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| I got creative (oh no),
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| To try to kill the major,
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| Where is my trigger?
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| My mind’s a racin'.
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| (you sing that sad song)
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| And that forest burned
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| That forest burned
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| That forest burned
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| We need ten years, everyone, so we can return
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| And jumped
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| We need vices (oh),
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| We need vices (oh),
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| We’ve done nothing but brandish our disguises
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| Those days are dead
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| (forgive me)
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| Those days are dead
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| (forgive me)
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| Those days are dead
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| (forgive me)
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| We need vices to wave to the good old days
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| She said goodbye to the ground
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| And jumped |