| I don’t believe in cuttin' corners
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| Own it like a scar on the face
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| Stand tall whether taking the gold or in last place
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| Not really the one to give God praise
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| But if you’ve got the gospel, then tell me how it tastes, halleluiah
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| Bitin' on the bullet for strength
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| I’m a long distance runner sucker, I’m in it for length
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| It’s not a matter of whether or not you can play
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| But a scale of if you give a fuck enough to make a statement
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| Lay it down, separate the men from the mice
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| Another body under halogen lights missing it’s life portrait
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| What the hell would make you think that you could judge another person
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| For loving something so much it hurts their stomach, huh?
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| Living by the blood in my neck
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| With a bulls-eye tatted on the back of my head
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| I never spoke it how they want it to be said
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| So they left me for the winter and the wolves
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| Tear me into shreds, rip me into bits
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| Tear another page out, punch me in the ribs
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| I can smell the poison on your lips
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| Whatever it is, I be willin' to bet
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| They wanna get inside my head, tell me how it is
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| Sittin' in a tower with a rifle and a list
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| I can see the razor on your lips
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| Whatever it is, I be willing to bet
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| You shoulda held your breath
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| I don’t believe in sitting down
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| Take it like a knife in the back
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| You burnt out into nothing after striking a match
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| I never been the type to follow the pack
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| So if it’s true, you got the answers, then why the hell you so mad then?
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| Another Holy Ghost-laid script
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| Clipped the wings off of my words and buried the shiv
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| They wanna pick apart the passion in my ribs, I invite them
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| Cause I don’t run away from shit, lay it out
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| Separate the guns and the flowers
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| The minutes that go into all these hours
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| And I bet if you were given a smidgen of just the tip of the iceberg I’ve had
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| to struggle with
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| You wouldn’t act so sour, but maybe not
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| Livin' off the fruit of my stress
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| With a size 12 boot heel steppin' on my chest
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| Didn’t do it how they wanted it to end
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| So they threw me to the winter and the wolves |