| Somewhere there’s a little girl cryin'
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| Somewhere there’s an old man dyin'
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| Somewhere there’s a last hope tryin'
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| To move and find it’s way through the dark
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| Ya gotta take it all while you can
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| Anytime, anywhere can be your last stand
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| Sometimes your worst enemies your best friend
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| Turns out we all go south in the end
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| In the end
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| Yeah you’re just another coffin on Martin Luther Avenue
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| Like that cigarette crushed and stuck to the bottom of your shoe
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| When those thoughts become poison like hot water rollin' round your head
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| If you’re thinking that I’m wrong, then you already left for dead
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| Left for dead
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| I won’t sleep until my work is done
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| The day when I won’t have to wait for anyone
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| We’re born just like a bullet from a gun
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| Our shadows look small next to that sitting sun
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| Look at that sitting sun
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| Yeah you’re just another coffin on Martin Luther Avenue
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| Like that cigarette crushed and stuck to the bottom of your shoe
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| When those thoughts become poison like hot water rollin' round your head
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| If you’re thinking that I’m wrong, then you’ve already left for dead
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| Left for dead
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| Left for dead
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| Left for dead
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| You’re gonna have to x4
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| You’re gonna have to call em up, call em out, call em up and call em out
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| You’re gonna have to
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| You’re gonna have to
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| You’re gonna have to call em up, and call em out, call em up and call em out
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| You’re gonna have to
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| You’re gonna have to call em up and call em out |