| We’re bound to wait all night
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| She’s bound to run amok
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| Invested enough in it anyhow
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| To each his own
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| The garden is sorting out
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| She curls her lips on a bow
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| I don’t know if you’re dead or not
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| To anyone
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| Come on and get the minimum
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| Before you open up your eyes
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| This army has so many heads to analyze
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| Come on and get your overdose
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| Collect it at the borderline
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| And they want to get up in your head
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| 'Cause they know and so do I
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| The high road is hard to find
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| A detour in your new life
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| Tell all of your friends goodbye
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| The dawn to end all nights
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| That’s all we hoped it was
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| A break from the warfare in your house
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| To each his own, a soldier is bailing out
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| And curled his lips on the barrel
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| And I don’t know if the dead
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| Can talk to anyone
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| Come on and get the minimum
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| Before you open up your eyes
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| This army has so many hands
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| Are you one of us?
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| Come on and get your overdose
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| Collect it at the borderline
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| And they want to get up in your head
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| 'Cause they know and so do I
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| The high road is hard to find
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| A detour to your new life
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| Tell all of your friends goodbye
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| It’s too late to change your mind
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| You let loss be your guide
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| It’s too late to change your mind
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| You let loss be your guide
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| It’s too late to change your mind
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| You let loss be your guide
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| It’s too late to change your mind
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| You let loss be your guide |