| The pain goes away, but the scars remain
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| She said your head was a size of a freight train
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| She said it’s in your blood, so how about you cut a vein
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| How about you give it up, how about you come again?
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| You bounce back out, but the cracks remain
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| She said you hit it it with the speed of an aeroplane
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| She said it’s in your blood, so pick a blade and cut a vein
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| How about I keep it till you give it up and come again?
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| With a little more strength and a push — she said
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| You’re still a drifter
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| Hang in there, wrpa your arms around
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| Like you could ever lift her
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| Does it read as a book of life or a
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| Sweat stained letter
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| Oh, well, what she said, she said you better
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| Get it together
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| How about you give it up, you give it up and come again
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| How about you give it up, cut a vein and come again
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| How about you give it up, you give it up and come again
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| So I can keep it till you give it up and come
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| With a little more strength and a push — she said
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| You’re still a drifter
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| Hang in there, wrpa your arms around
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| Like you could ever lift her
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| Does it read as a book of life or a
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| Sweat stained letter
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| Oh, well, what she said, she said you better
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| Get it together |