| you’d better shove another piece of what’s left into your mouth while the
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| gettin' is good.
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| because you know the highs are running low, and every new is getting old.
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| lord, I’ve been down since you’ve been seeing another boy.
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| me and my girl are gonna smoke the cigarettes that we find in another man’s
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| tray.
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| we’re gonna pick all the meat from the big city bones because the hot is
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| getting cold.
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| lord, I’m not proud. |
| keep you chin up the water will boil, the comet will come
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| for us all.
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| so make amends with anything you’ve ever loved and open your arms to the swarm.
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| we have salted the earth. |
| raid hell. |
| raid hell.
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| you’d better drink up, get your sorrows in, because we’re coming upon where the
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| ending begins.
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| the nickel city’s new church says «no one allowed"since all the lights are
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| going out.
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| the end is near. |
| I will be delivered. |
| we’ve filled our bellies with so much
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| repulsive flair I’ll explode if I’m not forgiven.
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| make amends with anything you’ve ever loved and open your arms to the swarm.
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| we have salted the earth. |
| raid hell. |
| raid hell.
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| you’d better get it while the gettin' is good, corner boy. |
| you know the highs
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| are running low.
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| you’d better shove another piece of what is left into your mouth.
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| we need to learn to go without.
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| there is no plan for the dutiful. |
| we dried the country making room for our
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| grave. |
| but my time is sure taking it’s time running out. |