| I was wondering how you’re feeling
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| I thought i saw you kneeling
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| And holding your gut last night
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| It looked like you were praying
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| But i heard someone saying
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| You had been in an awful fight
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| You get the worst of it everytime
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| Lashing out with no reason or rhyme
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| To lose all this rage, at so tender an age
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| Little baby growing up in a rat cage
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| Are you ready for the fallout?
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| Who you gonna call out?
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| When does it finally come to blows?
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| I think that you’re forgetting
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| The blood that you’ll be letting
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| Has a price on it, no one knows
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| You may be suffering in your sleep
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| You may be getting in too deep
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| And you may not care for advice that i share
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| In one ear and out the other
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| Soon you will learn how to swallow a tear
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| So when you’re old you can cry in your beer
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| Do you spit at the face staring back in the mirror?
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| Do you have any self respect?
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| Well what the hell did you expect?
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| Are you ready for the fallout?
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| Who you gonna call out? |