| Well the line is good and ready
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| Tow as hard as you’d like
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| Because you ain’t holding nothing
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| That you’re chasing all night
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| You came in a horror to claim
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| Things that I won’t ever pay
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| All the verses and doctrines
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| That you knew you prevail
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| All gunned down in daylight
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| In a three-lined e-mail
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| You put lives in the ground to build your wall
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| But put a tune in a horn and it will fall
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| Do all the voices get roaring
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| And snatch up your mind
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| Do you ever get tired
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| Of being alive?
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| Are you ever so wasted
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| That you fear for your life
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| Are you ever so scattered
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| You feel just like dying
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| Don’t you ever get tired
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| Of being alive
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| Because that line’s good and ready
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| Tow as hard as you like |