| Fists speak volumes in this town
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| Excuses have been used up
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| Until we cross antlers again
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| Building foundations on cold empty threats
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| Let your fists do the talking won’t leave you any better off
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| A guilty conscience needs no accuser
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| You’ve already done enough
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| Under achiever, over reactor
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| You’re nothing but a bruiser
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| Better to die with honour than to live with shame
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| I’m calling this my revenge
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| Better to die with honour than to liv with shame
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| I’m calling this my reveng
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| You’ve been left like the dog that you are to lick your wounds
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| You’ve been left like the dog that you are to lick your wounds
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| If you see like that, if you feel like that
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| Then I ask you to make a stand
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| Under achiever, over reactor, you’re just a bruiser
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| Fists speak volumes in this town
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| Fists speak volumes in this town
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| Fists speak volumes in this town
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| Fists speak volumes in this town
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| You pollute the lives of the honest
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| You pollute the lives of the honest
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| You pollute the lives of the honest
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| You pollute the lives of the honest |