| Twenty something
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| Years of seclusion
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| Seems to be quite enough
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| Just get me out of this town
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| It’s like a dried up,
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| lake full of debris and I am starting to drown
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| Sometimes I can see clearer
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| Through rear view mirrors
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| Then windshields with
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| All the places I’ve been
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| How do I find my destination?
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| Neither one of us is getting out
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| Of the situation alive
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| Until the other one dies
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| And it wont be me
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| You clench your hold like you clench your teeth
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| And I will send you back to hell
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| Holding your jaw,
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| Like your demon teeth
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| Your demon teeth
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| Put your ghosts in the past
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| Don’t put your torment back
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| Beneath it’s reoccurring
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| Pull apart its jaw
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| And smash out its teeth
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| Who do I believe?
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| When everyone sees and speaks
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| Based in part by what they themselves believe
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| I’d Rather see a man of god
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| Than hear from one
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| Any day of the week
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| So take hold of these demons
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| Cast them into pigs
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| But don’t let a single one of them leap
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| Take their filth
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| And let them learn
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| (No, no, no, no) Just let them teach
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| Instead of reading the book (I've read the book)
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| Try Meeting The Author (I've met the author)
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| That’s my problem, I’ve had the devil on both sides
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| With god at the bottom (ughhhh)
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| Chin Up
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| Chin Up
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| He doesn’t pick where he stands,
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| I pick where I place him. |