| I look into the mirror and spit
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| No one know better than me that I need to quit
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| Hot brimstone in my catcher’s mitt
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| Step up to the plate and I bite my lip
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way, light the way
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way, light the way
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| Catcher through a kaleidoscope
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| Thrash the scene, know I’m cleaner than a bar of soap
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| And you can make a toast with a black rose to old ghosts
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| Drugs like a slug in the chest I’m so West Coast
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| And I dance with demons daily
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| I don’t blame you, why even hate me
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| And I dance with demons daily
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| I wander the halls, fuck it all, I’m crazy
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| Now is it just too much?
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| Or is it just enough?
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| Is it just too much?
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| They all fall down! |
| (Down, down, down, down, down…)
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way, light the way
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way, light the way
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way, light the way
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way into a brand new day
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| Mr. Bad Brain, I’m you fire starter
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| Shifty gang bang tank tops and Prada
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| I’mma Armageddon trencher, Heavenly father
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| Break a drink at ten/four can ya copy me, roger?
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| I’m a villain, killin' em, homeboy please
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| You can’t see the force when you’re stuck in a trees
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| You can’t be the boss when you’re down on your knees
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| And you won’t get far if you’re fucking with me
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| And I dance with demons daily
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| I don’t blame you, why even hate me
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| And I dance with demons daily
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| I wander the halls, fuck it all, I’m crazy
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| Now is it just too much?
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| Or is it just enough?
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| Is it just too much?
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| They all fall down!
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way, light the way
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way, light the way
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way, light the way
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| And may the bridges start burn
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| Light the way, light the way into a brand new day
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| Into a brand new day
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| Into a brand new day (Day, day, day, day, day, day…)
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| Into a brand new day
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe
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| Breathe…
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| Late night overexposure
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| Play nice and on my holster
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| Bar fights make me feel closer
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| Flashing lights, cops pull me over
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| White noise, screams in the night
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| Freeze! |
| I run like they’re not gonna catch me
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| One time more, once in a strip show
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| Blood runs deep, talk sheep, take a risko
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| Take a risko
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| Take a risko
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| Take a risko
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| Take a take a take a… |