| Whoa, whoa
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| Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled
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| Then gone forever
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| It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raise?
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| Think back to the days we laughed
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| We braved these bitter storms together
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| Then brought to his knees he cried
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| But on his feet he died
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| What God would damn a heart?
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| And what God drove us apart?
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| What God could make it stop?
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| Let this end
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| Eighteen years pushed to the ledge
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| It’s come to this
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| A weightless step
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| On the way down singing
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Bang bang from the closet walls
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| The schoolhouse halls
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| The shotgun’s loaded
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| Push me and I’ll push back
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| I’m done asking, I demand
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| From a nation under God
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| I feel it’s love like a cattle prod
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| Born free, but still they hate
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| A born me, no I can’t change
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| It’s always darkest just before the dawn
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| So stay awake with me, let’s prove them wrong
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| Make it stop
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| Let this end
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| Eighteen years pushed to the ledge
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| It’s come to this
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| A weightless step
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| On the way down singing
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| Whoa, whoa
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| The cold river washed him away
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| But how could we forget
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| The gatherings hold candles, but not their tongues
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| And too much blood has flown from the wrist
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| Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss
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| Who will rise to stop the blood
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| We’re calling for
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| Insisting on, a different beat, yeah
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| A brand new song, whoa, oh
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| A brand new song, whoa, whoa, whoa
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| (Whoa) Make it stop
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| Let this end
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| This life chose me, I’m not lost in sin
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| (Whoa) And proud I stand, of who I am
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| I plan to go on living
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| (Whoa) Make it stop
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| Let this end
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| All these years pushed to the ledge
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| (Whoa) But proud I stand, of who I am
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| I plan to go on living |