| There's smoke in the sky again
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| So I'm gettin' high again
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| Take another hit to the diaphragm
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| I never drew the diagram
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| How to deal with this shit
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| So I steal and lie again, woah
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| You're my dream, you're my nightmare
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| Life is a bitch, she don't fight fair
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| Leave you right there
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| I was hopin' that you'd notice my despair
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| Run away from the pain, I don't care, 'cause
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| First they incite the violence
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| Turn around and then they invite the silence
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| Burn it down and I think I need some guidance
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| The kids don't stand a chance
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| No, the kids don't stand a chance (Woo)
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Fuckin' up my plans, like oh no, oh no
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Gettin' fucked up again, oh no, oh no
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Thought I had the upper hand, oh no, oh no
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Gettin' fucked up again, oh no, oh no
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| My nerves wrecked and my heart beatin', hands covered in blood
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| Got holes in my hippocampus, I patch 'em up with the drugs
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| I'm aggy and hyperactive, shakin' like an epileptic
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| Bodies fallin', evanescence, sound alarm, he's got a gun
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| Call the fuckin' paramedics, your parents nightmare on records
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| A murderer wearin' dresses, a burglary charged with battery
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| Assault with a deadly weapon deserves an interrogation
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| And involuntary injections, society's been infected
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| First they incite the violence
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| Turn around and then they invite the silence
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| Burn it down, I think I need some guidance
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| The kids don't stand a chance
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| No, the kids don't stand a chance (Woo)
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Fuckin' up my plans, like oh no, oh no
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Gettin' fucked up again, oh no, oh no
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Thought I had the upper hand, oh no, oh no
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Gettin' fucked up again, oh no, oh no
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| See, I just like the quiet, but I just need the violence
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| Every part of me broken, but now I feel reunited
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| Run for it like I'm Forrest, I'm more than too enormous
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| Switchin' gears, pedal floorin', yeah, I told 'em
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| This AK, bet it spray ways
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| Better pray they call mayday for the payday
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| I do this day to night, twenty-four hours in my mind
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| This is what we sacrifice, what you offer, I decline
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| Life or death, we don't divide, uh
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| (Life or death, we don't divide, uh)
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| (Life or death, we don't divide, uh)
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| Oh no
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Fuckin' up my plans, like oh no, oh no
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Gettin' fucked up again, oh no, oh no
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Thought I had the upper hand, oh no, oh no
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Gettin' fucked up again, oh no, oh no |