| One single out of ten
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| Seen better odds in them
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| But it’s not that bad
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| Well me I was digging with my crutch
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| I stand in my own rut
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| That I wrote down
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| While you
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| Don’t listen you just stare
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| Its not pealing it’s a tear
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| And it’s distance and it’s where
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| It’s gettin under my skin
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| But a wave
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| Could carry you away
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| Or leave you somewhere else
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| Or leave you in the flames
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| So let the dirges ring
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| I’ll be there to burn with you
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| We’re all broke down
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| We’re all well hid
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| We’re all just kids
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| Despite our age
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| Look
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| You see this broken hand
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| Oh it’s just another limb
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| Well not to me And you
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| Don’t listen you just talk
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| Well leave me in the dark
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| I don’t wanna know
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| Now a wave
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| Could carry you away
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| Or leave you somewhere else
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| Or leave you in the flames
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| So let the dirges ring
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| I’ll be there to burn with you
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| They don’t call my name anymore
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| They don’t wrap themselves in a song in the night
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| They don’t call us all that we are
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| After all, we got nothing to show for (x3) |