| Said it’s the coming of man and I forget when you went away
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| Like a kick to the face, not winning the race
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| Lion, I’ve seen you from afar, win, this is your car
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| Knowing that you deserve such more
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| Deserved to know you’re free
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| Leave, I’m the director
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| Agree to the role of the pilot inspector
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| Breathe, pilot inspector
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| Feed off the role of the radar detector
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| Leave, I’m the director
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| Agree to the role of the pilot inspector
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| Breathe, pilot inspector
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| Feed off the role of the radar detector
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| Well, then you said that you could do this on your own
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| Well, I’m sorry, baby, I can’t aid you
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| (And then you say, hands down, right now, I’ll let this go)
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| You, well, now it’s up to god to save you
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| Save you from all of those bruised and battered wounds
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| (Wave right with a gun in his hand, wave right)
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| Can you taste this blood dripping sweeter than???
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| And over your eyes, and I, and I fall to both knees
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| Not to beg for your forgiveness, but to hate the word
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| And you speak
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| Take a right off these cliffs
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| The ground is staring at your wounded weapons
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| Wounded weapons (And I don’t believe that you’re right)
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| You can bank the night on this
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| It’s round and glaring at your well
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| I get hyphy, tell 'em, I get hyphy
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| And this is where it ends
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| Well, then you said that you could do this on your own
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| Well, I’m sorry, baby, I can’t aid you
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| (And then you say, hands down, right now, I’ll let this go)
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| You, well, now it’s up to god to save you
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| Save you, save you
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| Save you, save you
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| I can’t believe these long words come from any national loss, or
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| This is a line, cuts across hope, defeat, the line, the loss
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| I can never be this long word
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| You can never see me across this earth
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| This will be a line that I run from
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| You thought you were so strong
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| You pleaded to never be wrong
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| (Brace yourself, fasten belts)
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| Well, now that you’re gone
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| (Close the hatch, flip the latch)
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| I sit here and wonder
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| (They're not dead, speed ahead)
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| Times have changed, it’s like we’ve been trashing silos
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| Well, now that you’re gone
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| In the time-bomb aisle
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| I sit here and wonder
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| Maybe they’ll dodge the spill
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| Oil kills, sure it will
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| And I can’t breathe the air
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| (Hide your daughter, 'cause I’m coming over)
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| To reach for this light
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| (You know I’m not lying about)
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| (Trashing silos in the time-bomb aisle)
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| And you can’t breathe the air
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| (About trashing silos in the time-bomb aisle)
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| Not leaving her to reach
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| The line, the work, the rope, the love
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| And I have seen such worse for you
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| It’s a no, I’m not coming back
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| It’s a no, I’m not coming back
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| It’s a no, I’m not coming back
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| And now you see the sky has turned black
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| Why do think everyone has turned back?
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| It’s 'cause he’s gone
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| And now you see the sky has turned black
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| Why do think everyone has turned back?
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| It’s 'cause he’s gone
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| And now you see the sky has turned black
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| Why do think everyone has turned back?
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| It’s 'cause he’s gone |