| I was born, but I forgot it
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| We left our marks in drying cement
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| Hey mister, don’t you doubt it
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| I was born, but I’ve seemed to forgot it
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| I was raised inside a Bible
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| I was living off life support
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| Unilateralist! |
| Single mattress!
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| Guilty Friday nights remind me that
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| Sometimes, I feel like I should have said no
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| I feel like I should have said
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| Sometimes, I feel like I should have said no
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| I feel like I should have said no
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| I met your savior over an altar
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| I’m at your funeral, I’m at the slaughter
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| I met your savior over an altar
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| I’m at your funeral, I’m at the slaughter
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| Trigger fingers, catch your breath
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| And lay ‘em down slow
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| Oh my God, it’s been far too long
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| Send my thoughts to the firing squad
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| Oh my God, it’s been far too long
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| Send my thoughts to the…
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| Sometimes, I feel like I should have said no
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| I feel like I should have said
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| Sometimes, I feel like I should have said no
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| I feel like I should have said no |