| I’ve been carving down the days on my bedroom door
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| Teeth are all but gone
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| Taking a beating, from grinding when I’m sleeping
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| I’ve busted out the boards on my window sill
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| Nails tried keep me here I’m dying
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| But nothing can stop me from trying
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| To crawl my way out this grave
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| Before I decay
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| I will make a clean break
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| And burn it down, I’ll burn this town behind me
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| And run until I can’t breathe
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| I’m breaking out
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| I’ll bury all my mistakes
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| And rebuild until my back breaks
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| Consider them convinced I’m a lunatic
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| Eyes are wide and crazed
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| I feel it happen, oh they can have it
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| Send a stack of bricks through the neighbors house
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| Watch them as they spill into the yard
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| They don’t know how lucky they are
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| They swiped the vultures aside
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| I swear they’re alive, boy just look in their eyes
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| Burn it down, I’ll burn this town behind me
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| And run until I can’t breathe
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| I’m breaking out
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| I’ll bury all my mistakes
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| And rebuild until my back breaks down
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| On my gravestone, for all to see it reads
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| «I took this city out,
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| At the knees at least»
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| On your gravestone
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| Covered in leaves will read
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| «nothing more than
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| Rest In, Rest In Peace»
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| Burn it down, I’ll burn this town behind me
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| And run until I can’t breathe
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| I’m breaking out
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| I buried all my mistakes
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| And we bend until my back breaks down |