| The storm on the street is an eyesore,
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| That’s leading the estranged to an old war,
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| I’m scared what the future has in store,
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| I’ve givin’all I got and they want more,
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| It’s got me lyin’and cheating,
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| It’s got me into decievin',
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| I’m so far gone I better believe in,
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| All this dread,
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| Fire up ahead,
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| Fire up ahead,
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| Air raid, skie’s red,
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| Fire up ahead,
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| They hate you for the reasons they love you
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| They want to keep their voices above you
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| Doin all they can just to hurt you
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| Treating every vice as a virtue
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| Chairman comin’in through the back door,
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| Lookin’like the one that came before,
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| The storm on the street is an eyesore,
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| All this dread,
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| Fire up ahead
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| Fire up ahead
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| Air raid, skie’s red,
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| Fire up ahead
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| Fire up ahead
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| Oh, no, no, it’s not sane
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| Oh, no, no, it’s not sane
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| Oh, no, no, it’s not sane
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| Oh, no, no, it’s not sane
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| Oh, no, no, it’s not sane
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| Oh, no, no, it’s not sane
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| Oh, no, no, it’s not sane
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| Fire up Ahead
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| Fire up ahead
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| Air raid, skie’s red,
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| Fire up ahead
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| Fire up ahead
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| Fire up ahead |