| GO!
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| BLEGH!
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| Burn it down, brick by brick. |
| Made in 2006
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| Lost and found, losing grip, I needed this
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| Question me not, for I gave up everything.
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| Forget me not, cause I’ve not forgotten what this means.
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| Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one theme left.
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| No sign of stopping till my veins rust.
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| Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one thing left.
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| I fucking know where I came from.
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| …And nothing can replace those lessons learned,
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| As I stood with my brothers on the side of the road.
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| Woah, no longer haunted by the skeletons.
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| Woah, no longer haunted by the past.
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| For so long, it’s all I’ve known
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| I’m crossing over the undertow.
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| For so long no one was listening
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| Determined to make their deaf ears ring.
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| To make their deaf ears ring.
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| Miles repeat. |
| My worst enemy… is me.
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| But then 4 soon became 6 to shatter the canvas
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| Handed nothing. |
| Loss, pulling the strings
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| Outlived the dead trends united by distance
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| For so long, it’s all I’ve known
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| I’m crossing over the undertow.
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| For so long no one was listening
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| Determined to make their deaf ears ring.
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| I’ve been to hell and back, with no promise of return.
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| So I made friends with fire, to keep from getting burned.
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| No money, no sleep. |
| Dedication
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| 10 years on the road this is sacred.
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| And when I’m facing a wall, I do not quit.
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| …Cause if you mean it, you will make it.
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| Pulled apart in a world so demanding.
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| I’m still here, still standing
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| I’ve sweat blood from Stockholm to Scranton
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| Still here, still standing.
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| You can always rinse the surface, but the stain will remain.
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| For so long, it’s all I’ve known
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| I’m crossing over the undertow.
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| For so long no one was listening
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| I did my time.
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| You live, you learn, you defy the terms, but this house will be my home.
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| Beguiled, betrayed, it’s the price we pay, as trust will be our tomb.
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| If you mean it, you’ll make it…
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| BLEGH! |