| In a place so loud we will never be free
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| Just a slave to a taker, to a man, to a need
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| And I won’t go back, I never wanted to leave
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| Just a slave to a taker, will we never be free?
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| In a city so callous, with two dead set eyes
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| With a mouth full of Xanax and a handful of time
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| They say what doesn’t kill you will just keep you alive
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| And what doesn’t kill you…
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| In the place you love with all the dogs set free
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| In a future together was never going to be me
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| Just a slave to a taker, to a man, to a need
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| And I can never go back, I never wanted to leave
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| In the city so callous with two dead set eyes
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| With a mouth full of Xanax and a handful of time
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| They say what doesn’t kill you will just keep you alive
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| And what doesn’t kill you…
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| Always the long way home
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| Always the long way home
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| In the city, so callous, with two dead set eyes
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| With a mouth full of Xanax and a handful of time
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| They say what doesn’t kill you will just get you high
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| And what doesn’t kill you… |