| Christmas parties and all-night fights
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| I remember you sweet talking to me beneath the strung-up lights
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| Those days are gone now;
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| I know i had everything to do with that
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| 'cause i’ve never been afraid of dying
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| Never done much to avoid it
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| These memories still keep me up at night
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| On my way
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| Back from a place
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| No recovering
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| And i’m bleeding on my knuckles again
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| Fighting a fight i can’t win
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| Broken teeth and broken nose and 10 years at the bottom of a bottle
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| Will you help me find my way back home?
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| The halls in this place, you can hear 'em scream
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| 'cause they had to watch and listen to the people and the voices of what they’d
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| seen
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| I can’t hear anything and all i can see
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| Is a memory of your smile, your necklace: pistol locket on a silver chain
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| Hold on too tight, you’ll lose everything
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| On my way
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| Back from a place
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| No recovering
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| And i’m bleeding on my knuckles again
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| Fighting a fight i can’t win
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| Broken teeth and broken nose and 10 years at the bottom of a bottle
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| Will you help me find my way back home? |