| Can you walk through fire and don’t get burned?
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| Can you do hard time and don’t get turned?
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| Could the sun out there wash your blues away?
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| Can you wear those chains for one more day?
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| Can you live in this world and keep the jinx away?
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| Hate in your bones, blood on your hands
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| Now you used to be such a righteous man
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| It’s like the more that you try the faster you sink
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| And it’s hard to smile when you never win, when you never win
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| Shakin' the jinx
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| If I’d say sorry would it make amends?
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| Or would it come right back to my face again?
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| You said that I failed to plan but did I plan to fail?
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| Doesn’t really matter anyways because I’m cursed that way, cursed I’d say
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| Such a long way down
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| And I know that it will always be there to make sure that I’ll fall to the
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| ground
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| Shakin' the jinx
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| Can you walk through fire and don’t get burned?
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| Can you do hard time and don’t get turned?
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| Could you wear these chains for just one day?
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| If I say I’m sorry would it make amends?
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| Would you throw it back in my face again?
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| Never failed to plan but did I plan to fail
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| It wouldn’t even matter anyways 'cause I’m cursed this way
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| Such a long way down
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| And I know you will always be there to make sure that I’ll fall to the ground
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| Still shakin' the jinx |