| The master returns, there’s always some kind of war
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| And counting his steps, you know it’s him at the door
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| You picture yourself, a star in the furthest sky
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| Escape from the mess, it’s gone when you close your eyes
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| The master returns, there’s always some kind of war
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| And counting his steps, you know it’s him at the door
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| You picture yourself, a star in the furthest sky
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| Escape from the mess, it’s gone when you close your eyes
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| Mmhmm
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| What we need now’s an accident
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| No one to blame and no bullets spent, ha
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| All we need now’s an accident
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| No one to blame and no bullets spent, oh
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| Don’t know what you got 'til you find it gone
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| You got an education, yeah
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| All that we need now’s an accident
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| No one to blame and no bullets spent
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| All we need now’s an accident, uh
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| I ain’t gonna ask what the heavens sent
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| Don’t know what you got 'til you find it gone
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| You got an education, yeah
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| Don’t know what you got 'til you’re 22
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| Got a mortgage hung around your neck
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| Mmhmm
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| Come on, what we need now’s an accident
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| No one to blame and no bullets spent
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| All we need now’s an accident
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| No one to blame and no bullets spent, oh
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| No one to blame, no bullets spent
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| No one to blame, no bullets spent, uh
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| No one to blame, no bullets spent
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| No one to blame, no bullets spent |