| Taking to the streets, screaming your name
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| Grinding their teeth while you’re drinking champagne
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| Save it sound as it slips down the drain
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| All of your money, all of your fame won’t buy you shit
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| When it’s all in flames
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| Writing out your name
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| Well, they’re boarding up the windows
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| Locking all the doors
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| Wiping all the shelves of the grocery store
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| Banging on your drum as you’re marching us to war
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| What you gonna do that for?
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| A baby’s crying in the dead of night
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| She’s working double shifts just to make things right
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| Ain’t the only one with his captain flight
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| Bleeding in the schools, bleeding in the bars
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| While you’re rolling down fifth in your bulletproof car
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| Nobody ever thought you would make it this far
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| Especially you, Sam Hain
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| Especially you, Sam Hain
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| Boarding up the windows
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| Locking all the doors
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| Wiping all the shelves of the grocery store
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| Banging on your drum as you’re marching us to war
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| What you gonna do that for?
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| Boarding up the windows
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| Locking all the doors
|
| Wiping all the shelves of the grocery store
|
| Banging on your drum as you’re marching us to war
|
| What you gonna do that for?
|
| Boarding up the windows
|
| Locking all the doors
|
| Wiping all the shelves of the grocery store
|
| Banging on your drum as you’re marching us to war
|
| What you gonna do that for?
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain
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| Coming for you, Sam Hain |