| Tattoo the white whale
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| Across my backside
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| Only bit once
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| But it’s enough to keep me alive
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| Tattoo the white whale
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| Across my backside
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| If I live to see the next sun
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| It’s because he died
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| I’m talking sacred as the night
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| That laid my body on the stone slab
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| Made me choose between whether
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| I’m staying here
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| Or going back
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| Ringing in my ear drums
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| Running out of breath
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| Reason disappears
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| Spirit rising from my chest
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| Poking at my face
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| Making it quite clear
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| There’s always blood to sacrifice
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| In places they don’t fight fair
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| Suit yourself soldier
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| Training camp is almost done
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| Now finish washing up your brain
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| Grab the remote and load your gun
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| I refuse to refill a prescription I don’t need
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| Or fulfill the duties of some shoes I don’t fit in
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| The old me’s addicted
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| To the new world order
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| But the new me’s withdrawing
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| From the old world vision
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| Plug the flood
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| From the perspective of a rain drop
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| Hung to dry, dead by a thread
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| Coming out our clothes
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| It’s evident we aren’t cut from the same cloth
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| Learning how to cope with chaos and we’re getting' close |