| Been a long time, been a long time
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| Wrestled to the dirt now I’m back on my grind
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| I took a trip to the borderlines and I doused my head
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| In some upstream brine
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| Saw a man in a two-tone coat
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| Told me everything he liked about the songs I wrote
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| Turned his head and to my surprise
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| He had fire on his tongue and green in his eyes
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| Oooo, I won’t let him get the best of me
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| Oooo, take the money just leave me be oh
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Been a long time, been a long time
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| Look into my eyes tell me what do you find?
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| I had enough with you missin' deadlines
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| Demon with a dollar’s been wasting my time
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| Take him back to his fiery hole
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| Take him to the cleaners with a sword of brimstone
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| And tell the rest of your hungry dogs
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| That I’ve got a new weapon just to rule them all
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| I need your help like I need blood loss
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| Words are for the weak with an empty cause
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| Give me what I want or I’ll take it for myself, yeah
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches
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| Hey! |
| I’ve been rollin' with the punches |