| Grind as my time in flames
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| Light them up send them off til they come off tough
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| To wake everything inside and crash everything you can’t control
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| You’re sad the truth I know but I got no proof girl
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| The end of an era
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| The end of an era
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| The end of an era
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| The end of an era
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| Twelve dead Americans young and dumb for the gun always smoking gun
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| Stuffed in the body bags stack them up send them off
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| Loose lips sink ships quick as the click of my fingertip
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| Skeptics eat shit cause the sum can be swept under the rug again
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| You’re sad the truth I know but I got no proof girl
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| The end of an era
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| The end of an era
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| The end of an era
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| The end of an era
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| You’re sad
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| The truth |