| Tonight, we’re washing off the blood
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| Tonight, tonight
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| And I’ve tried to give you what you want
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| What is it that you want?
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| Day spent with not a word to say
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| Routine, red lie
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| So jump, we’ll sit and burn a lie
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| We’d rather burn than fight
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| But I ain’t gonna be here too long, too long
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| No I ain’t gonna be here too long, too long
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| No I ain’t gonna be here too long, too long
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| We’ve become so good at fooling all
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| So good, we often fool ourselves
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| We think twice and always turn around
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| A comfortable frown
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| So jump but sit and burn a lie
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| There’s no wrong, no right
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| And I ain’t gonna be here too long, too long
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| No I ain’t gonna be here too long, too long
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| No I ain’t gonna be here too long, too long
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| No I ain’t gonna be here too long, too long
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| No I ain’t gonna be here too long, too long |