| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| across a bridge, the ablett strip
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| there lives a man with atlas grip
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| windows covered, single matress
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| on friday nights it feeds his address
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| well across a bridge on ablett. |
| st
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| there lives this girl she used to be
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| still half-naked, she falls in traffic
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| you dumbass kid, here’s your dumbass life back
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| i won’t come back crawling again
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| i won’t come back crawling again
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| no i won’t come back crawling again
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| i won’t come back crawling again
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| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| some they fear, just your name
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| for me i wish it was the same
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| im still waiting for somebody to fix
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| this damage to my body
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| some may fear the future breeds
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| these drug &sales planting seeds
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| i just need this cheque to clear
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| so i can check right out of. |
| hear me
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| i won’t come back crawling again
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| i won’t come back crawling again
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| no i won’t come back crawling again
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| i won’t come back crawling again
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| this merry-go-round
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| has spun itself into the ground
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| they threw me that
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| an inch in this life is still far as hell
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| but they bred you better
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| they bred you better
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| they bred you better than me
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| they bred you better
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| they bred you better
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| they bred you better than me
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| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| i wont say anything
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| i wont say anymore
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| they bred you better
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| they bred you better
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| they bred you better than me
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| they bred you better
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| they bred you better
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| they bred you better than me |