| We all get born into chain gangs
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| We all get stamped with bar codes
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| We all get told to sit uptight
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| Believe a world of which we’re told
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| Take a nail file to my chains
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| Couldn’t mark them
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| Took your hats on to the links
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| Chains remain
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| I TNT’d her ring, I’m escaping
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| You got injured
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| Friendly fire
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| Fire
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| I know I was wrong
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| Are you still sure that you’re right
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| You’re a fool to think strong
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| Is to win every fight
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| If I hand you the knife
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| Can you cut me off some slack
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| Or put the knife in my back
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| Get me out of the hole
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| Get me out of the hole
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| Freedom on the tongue
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| Gets drunk twisted
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| When the essence of our words
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| Is to control
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| Made a bonfire of the crimes
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| I’m convicted
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| You got blistered
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| Fire
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| I know I was wrong
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| Are you still sure that you’re right
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| You’re a fool to think strong
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| Is to win every fight
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| If I hand you the knife
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| Can you cut me off some slack
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| Or put the knife in my back
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| Get me out of the hole
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| Get me out of the hole
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| Cut the grove, it’s contagious
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| You absorbed, all the fallout
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| I’ve been small, you’re gigantic
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| Au secours
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| Lovesick romantics
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| You’re the one who speaks in tongues
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| Of sorcerers and saviors
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| I have only just begun
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| To understand love’s dangers
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| I’m the one who understands the
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| Gifts of
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| Fallen angels
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| I’m the one who hurt you
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| I know I was wrong
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| Are you still sure that you’re right
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| You’re a fool to think strong
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| Is to win every fight
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| If I hand you the knife
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| Can you cut me off some slack
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| Or put the knife in my back
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| Get me out of the hole
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| Get me out of the hole |