| Feeling overgrown
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| And topsy turvy on the throne
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| You think you’ve won
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| But keeping me cornered
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| I may be skin and bone
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| And whatever soul still holds
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| Getting stoned
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| I’m loaded like a weapon tonight
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| I spin that wicked wheel
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| In the cemetery
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| Where one’s lit up where the other’s buried
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| In this everchanging dream
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| It’s way too much at stake
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| When you say you can relate
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| But think it’s strange
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| That I’m listening to country
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| And you hit me with that look
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| Like a sudden left hook
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| For the cannon blow
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| I spin that wicked wheel
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| In the cemetery
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| Where one’s lit up where the other’s buried
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| In this everchanging dream
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| Mongrels
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| Have another name
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| Mongrels
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| Are coming for me again
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| Mongrels
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| Have another name
|
| Mongrels
|
| Are coming for me again
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| So don’t let me out of your sight
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| Or I’ll be out outside tonight
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| I spin that wicked wheel
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| In the cemetery
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| Where one’s lit up where the other’s buried
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| In this everchanging dream
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| You say I kiss different
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| When I’m back from the tour
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| And you don’t know
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| What we’re still doing this for
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| And I know you know I know that line
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| But I know you know I know we’re fine
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| But still
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| We’re getting loaded like a weapon tonight
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| I spin that wicked wheel
|
| In the cemetery
|
| Where one’s lit up where the other’s buried
|
| In this everchanging dream
|
| Mongrels
|
| Have another name
|
| Mongrels
|
| Are coming for me again
|
| Mongrels
|
| Have another name
|
| Mongrels
|
| Are coming for me again
|
| So don’t let me out of your sight
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| Or I’ll be outside
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| Don’t let me out of your sight
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| Or I’ll be outside
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| Tonight
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| Loaded like a weapon tonight
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| Loaded like a weapon tonight
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| Loaded like a weapon |