| Known you since you’ve been born
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| Raisin' hell even as a child
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| Nothing’s changed since that day
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| You’re still out running wild
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| Hellhound on your trail
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| Gettin' closer with every passing mile
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| Hey now baby,
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| Don’t you think it’s high time
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| To change your life’s direction
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| Get off the firing line
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| Well your luck just ain’t been running
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| Lord, very smooth these days
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| I think it’s finally come down
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| You’re gonna have to mend your ways
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| With your head up in the clouds
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| You cannot see through the haze
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| Hey now sweet baby,
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| Don’t you think it’s high time
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| To change your life’s direction
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| Get off the firing line
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| Step outside, take a look aroud
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| Do you see anyone who cares?
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| Spent your whole life steppin' on your friends
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| Still you ain’t nowhere
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| Search for a new direction
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| But the past is all you’ll find
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| You can count up all your mistakes
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| Blame it on your criminal mind
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| When you lay down with snakes
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| You come up poisoned every time
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| Hey now baby,
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| Don’t you think it’s high time
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| To change your life’s direction
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| Get off the firing line
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| Get off the firing line
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| Get off the firing line |