| What a lovely day in the town of Morrison
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| Bag full of some poison
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| I slept right through miles of hot pursuit, woke up sweating an ocean
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| Asking what we did wrong, this could be the end
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| Well it’s been a good run boys
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| These fine lines we walk, if you stray you’ll get stuck there for good
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| One drooling prick in the town of Morrison
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| He hates you, you hate him
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| Eyes locked up tight like a vault door screaming «I am coming for you»
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| Asking what we did wrong, this could be the end
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| Well it’s been a good run man
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| These fine lines we walk, if you stray you get stuck there for good
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| There for good
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| Stick to the plan, tomorrow will feel like nothing happened
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| It will feel like any other day passing
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| Tomorrow will feel like nothing happened
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| Tomorrow, tomorrow will feel like
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| Nothing ever happened and nothing ever will
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| And that’s exactly the feeling that gets some people killed
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| So maybe something did happen and maybe something will
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| But it’s so hard to give a fuck when it isn’t your blood that spilled |