| Are you ever gonna let me die?
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| Are you ever gonna let me die?
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| Punched me in the gut
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| Now I’m bleeding inside
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| Put a needle in my arm
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| And pinned open my eyes
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| Are you ever gonna let me die?
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| We made a sorry looking world
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| We made a sorry looking world
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| We brought water to its people
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| Then we poisoned the well
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| We made a sad and magic mirror
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| Now we’re righteously under its spell
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| What a sorry fucking world
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| I am what is known as a bandit
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| You gotta hand it to me if you truly understand it
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| Cause if you don’t believe me, you can read it in braile
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| It’ll still be funky
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| Now what’s next is the flex of a genius
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| I’m a lost soul soaring under dead moons
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| You’re out here for something ugly too
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| The morning is for coughing
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| The afternoon’s for shakes
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| The whiskey starts at five when I’ve had all I can take
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| And I ain’t living with the hope of getting very far
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| This world was so beautiful
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| But I stopped at the bar
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| All that ends in pain
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| Attach it to our names
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| We never tried too hard
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| Just burned shit in our yards (burnin shit! We’re burnin shit!)
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| The landfills full of blame
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| We’re so proud of the shame
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| We always win these wars
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| Because we don’t keep score
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| We made a sorry fuckin world
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| We made a sorry fuckin world
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| Are you ever gonna let me die |