| You take your shots and then you’re out the door.
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| I want out.
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| You draw my blood and then you’re out for more.
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| I want out.
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| This may not come as a surprise,
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| but I own you
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| I don’t want to let you down.
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| It isn’t safe to seek your crown.
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| if I can’t be a fallen soldier in your war.
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| You can’t trade your servants clothes
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| for the secrets I can’t show
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| where the pavement meets the road.
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| A prisoner within your broken smile.
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| I want out
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| This cage won’t hold without your burning eyes.
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| I want out
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| This may not come as a surprise
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| but I own you
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| I don’t want to let you down.
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| It isn’t safe to seek your crown.
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| if I can’t be a fallen soldier in your war.
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| You can’t trade your servants clothes
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| for the secrets I can’t show
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| where the pavement meets the road.
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| Better to seek you than to defeat you.
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| All my horrors
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| settled you down
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| By the light of the maker’s storm.
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| I don’t want to let you down.
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| It isn’t safe to seek your crown.
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| if I can’t be a fallen soldier in your war.
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| You can’t trade your servants clothes
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| for the secrets I can’t show
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| where the pavement meets the road. |