| I watched them all stand before the barrel of a gun
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| Those tired eyes looking right at me
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| They worked so hard, they tried it all
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| And now just want to leave
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| Their dead bright eyes looking right at me
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| There’s a high and low
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| And there’s a wants to know
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| I gotta keep my back and never lose my track
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| There’s a high and low
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| And there’s a wants to know
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| I gotta hit right back, I gotta stay on the track
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| High and low
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| High and low
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| Meetin' roof, learning youth
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| Let’s get on the side
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| But those cravings strange
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| Cannot hold me back
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| And raining fire
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| With all these liars
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| They take me on the rack
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| And those whining winds will not hold me back
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| There’s a high and low
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| And there’s a wants to know
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| I gotta keep my back and never lose my track
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| There’s a high and low
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| And there’s a wants to know
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| I gotta hit right back, I gotta stay on the track
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| Makin' on
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| I’m not done, child
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| There’s a high and low
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| And there’s a wants to know
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| I gotta keep my back and never lose my track
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| There’s a high and low
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| And there’s a want to know
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| I gotta hit right back, I gotta stay on the track
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| There’s a high and low
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| And there’s a wants to know
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| I gotta keep my back and never lose my track
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| There’s a high and low
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| And there’s a wants to know
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| I gotta hit right back, I gotta stay on the track |