| Stick around when it all turns real
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| And my bets come rolling in
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| Face down in the mud
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| They’ll wish they would have listened then
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| All my teachers and the others
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| I know they’ve had their doubts
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| By the time it all turns real
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| Well I guess they’ll work it out
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| Alright, one more last look
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| But don’t set me off
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| On the blue lights
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| That spooked the herd
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| But I’ll keep my word when it all comes true
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| Right then when it all turned real
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| And my world ran out of spin
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| Lying there in the blood
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| You’d think I would have given in
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| All the more reason
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| To get up and see it through
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| Right there in the ink
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| I think I finally talked to you
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| Alright, one more last look
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| But don’t set me off
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| On the blue lights
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| That spooked the herd
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| Alright, one more last look
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| But don’t set me off
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| On the blue lights
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| That spooked the herd
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| But I’ll keep my word when it all comes true
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| Through the empty streets
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| In the searing heat
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| I’ll keep my word for you
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| When the sirens cease
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| And my pulse is weak
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| I’ll keep my word for you
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| Through the empty streets
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| In the searing heat
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| I’ll keep my word for you
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| When the sirens cease
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| And my pulse is weak
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| I’ll keep my word for you
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| When it all comes true |