| Left arm left numb cause blood won’t come
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| Hard pressed and tested to our tongues
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| Fine friends then blend into the walls
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| And we’re sick to death of waiting on em
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| So save that dedication to your frustration
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| Cause the brilliance of a plan is in giving up
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| There’s nothing inspirational like watching angels drop
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| The hardest part of playfighting is knowing when to stop
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| We fund the function that will free
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| Well hell, at least we all agree
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| So roll in that polygraph machine
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| Cause I don’t know what to think and who to believe
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| So save that dedication to your frustration
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| Cause the brilliance of a plan is in giving up
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| There’s nothing inspirational like watching angels drop
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| The hardest part of playfighting is knowing when to stop
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| But don’t stop now
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| Cause I just want something better to remember
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| Never any rest for the distressed
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| The losers are alive and well
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| In any given holding cell
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| Time for dedication to your frustration
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| Cause the brilliance of a plan is in giving up
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| There’s nothing inspirational like watching angels drop
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| The hardest part of playfighting is knowing when to stop |