| I remember blue lagoons
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| I remember padded rooms
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| And fat lines and pillheads tryna
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| Load me up on sonic booms
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| And as the fuse of the night burned, I remember
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| Sucking down on a, a shotgun
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| Swinging a glass at a bartender
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| I hit the wall and the wall won
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| I hit the wall and the wall won
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| And next I know I’m in a, a cell block
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| In just a cowboy’s helmet and a football sock
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| Two angels hanging up above
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| In uniforms and rubber gloves, I said
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| Darlin', ain’t nobody’s ever seen
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| The other side of where I’ve been
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| There’s a wall out there and it’s no fun
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| I hit the wall and the wall won
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| The sky’ll tell ya if it’s day or night
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| The Bible tells ya if it’s wrong or right
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| The wall is there to tell ya slow down, son
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| I hit the wall and the wall won
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| He hit the wall and the wall won
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| I remember a quick chase
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| I remember a blast of mace
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| A ward somewhere, an intern too far
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| Bored to care stitchin' up my face
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| Darlin', ain’t nobody’s ever seen
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| The other side of where I’ve been
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| There’s a wall out there and it’s no fun
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| I hit the wall and the wall won
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| I hit the wall and the wall won
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| I hit the wall and the wall won
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| There’s a wall out there saying slow down, son
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| I hit the wall and the wall won |