| This whiskey sour, amateur hour
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| Raise your glass and toast your friends
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| Someday we will fight again
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| Well, your enemies, your tragedies
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| Pocket knives and rusty chains
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| Where the hell is the old gang at?
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| And all the losers, can’t even win for losing
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| And the beginners don’t even know what song they’re singing
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| When there’s no one left around
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| And you’re the last gang in town
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| And your heart can’t even break
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| When it doesn’t even pound
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| This broken scene is turning green
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| A brass knuckles left in the rain
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| Death wish kids among the living
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| I wanna ride on the divided
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| Anything but the mainstream
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| Where the fuck is your old gang man?
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| And all the losers, can’t even win for losing
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| And the beginners don’t even know what song they’re singing
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| When there’s no one left around
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| And you’re the last gang in town
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| And your heart can’t even break
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| When it doesn’t even pound
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| So long
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| Didn’t even say goodnight
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| So long
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| There’s no where to go when you’re hiding in plain sight
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| When there’s no one left around
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| And you’re the last gang in town
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| And your heart can’t even break
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| When it doesn’t even pound |