| Life tonight with sell-outs and fading fakers
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| Walk the line and hold hands with the sides you favor
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| Guard your heart with rumble strip so much
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| That there’s no road left to follow into the sun
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| I’m trying and failing!
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| Watch it break like knives in the pavement!
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| We brand and bury
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| The sounds that carry all the weight (Woa-ah-oh oh-oh)
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| Keep killin', keep killin' it (Woa-ah-oh oh-oh)
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| The feelin' and this love of mine
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| Climb and climb, does the view ever become the life?
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| No time, the bomb won’t wait to be analyzed
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| Is it about the sound or the system?
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| If you’re talkin' to me how can you listen? |
| (Hey!)
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| Listen? |
| (Hey!)
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| Listen?
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| Take the whole damn story in line
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| And what it’s worth
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| Take every clash, battle, the guilt, and pride
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| And fill the verse
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| Now tell me do you feel it?
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| Do you feel it?
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| Do you feel it?
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| The rip in the wings?
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| Now tell me do you feel it?
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| Do you feel it?
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| Do you feel it?
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| The slash of the heels?
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| It’s buried so what’s left to feel?
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| (Woa-ah-oh oh-oh)
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| Watch it break like knives in the pavement!
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| (Woa-ah-oh) GO!
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| We’re just getting warm!
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| We brand and bury
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| The sounds that carry all the weight (Woa-ah-oh oh-oh)
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| Keep killin', keep killin' it! |
| (Woa-ah-oh oh-oh)
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| The feelin' and this love of mine! |