| Woke up smoking
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| In the Rain
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| Yea another day
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| Of Hangover pain
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| Dark clouds coming
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| Its so strange
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| My tongues been asking
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| For the taste of change
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| Southern blood
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| It runs deep
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| A sea of broken bottles
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| Clutter the street
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| God I ripped these roots
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| Right off of feet
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| And breaking free
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| Is gonna taste real sweet
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| Gonna burn every bridge down
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| On our way out of town
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| Ain’t got time to linger
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| Wave goodbye with a middle finger
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| Gotta get out
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| And we can’t wait
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| Can’t get in
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| It will be to late
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| To all our friends
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| Accepting the fate
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| Been tricked
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| Into thinking this life is great
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| We can burn
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| The tradition
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| Setting your brain
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| Into submission
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| Leaving fast
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| With no ones permission
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| Ditching the circle
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| Of no ambition
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| Gonna burn every bridge down
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| On our way out of town
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| Ain’t got time to linger
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| Wave goodbye with a middle finger
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| Graveyard
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| Filled with broken dreams
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| Buried In dirt
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| Buried in dirt
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| All the roads
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| Lead to memories
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| Memories that hurt
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| Memories that hurt
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| We used to be such good kids
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| We used to be such good kids
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| We used to be such good kids
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| We used to be such good kids
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| No more friends
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| That we can’t trust
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| No more days
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| That we disgust
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| Now we’re taking a ride
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| On a midnight bus
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| And everyone
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| Can eat our dust
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| Gonna burn every bridge down
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| On our way out of town
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| Ain’t got time to linger
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| Wave goodbye with a middle finger
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| Wave goodbye with a middle finger |