| Did you hear the devil laughing
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| From the ambulance passing?
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| Or was that just my troubled mind?
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| Don’t you wanna shake the ground
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| And tear heaven down?
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| Raise your fist to the guilty sky
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| I’ve been pouring whiskey in the wind
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| Burning pictures of my best friends
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| Until the ashes cover me like rain
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| And you meant something to me then
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| And you mean something to me now
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| But some things ain’t meant to stay the same
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| Bless our busted hearts
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| Just sinking into the dark
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| Mourning these wasted old sparks
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| That all disappear
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| I never meant to be
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| Your woe-is-me emergency
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| But I ain’t dead yet
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| And I know there ain’t no glory in regret
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| Don’t it feel like the truth
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| Comes at the price of your youth?
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| When the hell you’ve paid ain’t quite enough
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| And God’s been making deals
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| While we’re down here spinning our wheels
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| And using up our little share of luck
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| Well you beg the world to know your name
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| And you get glitter spilling out your veins
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| Turn turn turn, babe, I guess it’s true
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| Cause I was standing on a dead end drive
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| With my pride, thumbing for a ride
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| And somehow I ended up next to you |