| The story of you,
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| Undersold living proof.
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| A man truly dies before the grave.
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| The glory and truth overreach black and blue
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| From the daily demands,
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| I’m a fool.
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| Blood red! |
| You said
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| Everything I had to hear!
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| Conceive inbred!
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| Pull the skin back and grin!
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| Deaf ears! |
| Split tongue!
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| Keep your eyes down and run!
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| So long! |
| Fair enough!
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| You found a way to kill the plan!
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| Whoa! |
| Things were looking up!
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| But the bastards, here they come again!
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| (They come again, they come again!)
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| A life line abused, cut the cord, what’s the use?
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| Calling on your faith
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| That you lost inside your crowded head and hid away.
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| Yeah I’m the fool!
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| Blood red! |
| You said
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| Everything I had to hear!
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| Conceive inbred!
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| Pull the skin back and grin!
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| Deaf ears! |
| Split tongue!
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| Keep your eyes down and run!
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| So long! |
| Fair enough!
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| You found a way to kill the plan!
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| Whoa! |
| Things were looking up!
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| But the bastards, here they come again!
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| (They come again, they come again!)
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| So long! |
| Fair enough!
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| You found a way to kill the plan!
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| Whoa! |
| Things were looking up!
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| But the bastards, here they come!
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| You throw yourself in line again!
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| You’re taking my dreams right out of my hand,
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| And that’s the smile of a guilty man!
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| And the darkest clouds will roll away!
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| So long! |
| Fair enough!
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| You found a way to kill the plan!
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| Whoa! |
| Things were looking up!
|
| But the bastards, here they come again!
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| So long! |
| Fair enough!
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| You found a way to kill the plan!
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| Whoa! |
| Things were looking up!
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| But the bastards here they come again! |