| To never open a book, always reading a magazine
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| Out-spent, betting if it looks like women you haven’t been
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| Knives don’t have your back
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| I wait and I count to the last breath we take
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| What we make, doesn’t make sense
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| What’s a wolf without a pack?
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| Open your chest and take the heart from it What’s bad, we’ll fix it What’s wrong, we’ll make it all right
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| It’s gone, we’ll find it Takes so long, we’ve got time
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| All the time
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| Some part of you, too small to lose
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| All of us, All of you
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| Counting to the last breath we take
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| What we make, doesn’t make sense
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| What’s a wolf without a pack?
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| Open your chest and take the heart from it When you talk, can I tape you?
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| How’d you get what we don’t know?
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| We don’t know how to help
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| Only know how to hamp
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| Nose to the grindstone
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| Grindstone to the ground
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| Don’t even visit that place,
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| they’ll sharpen their teeth on your smile
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| I’m glad you didnt
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| all our songs will be lullabies in no time
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| What’s bad, What’s wrong, make it all right
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| It’s gone, so long
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| We’ve got time, all the time |