| I'm gonna fight 'em off.
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| A seven nation army couldn't hold me back.
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| They're gonna rip it off,
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| Taking their time right behind my back.
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| And I'm talking to myself at night,
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| Because I can't forget.
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| Back and forth through my mind
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| Behind a cigarette.
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| And the message coming from my eyes
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| Says "leave it alone".
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| Don't want to hear about it.
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| Every single one's got a story to tell.
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| Everyone knows about it -
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| From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell.
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| And if I catch it coming back my way,
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| I'm gonna serve it to you.
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| And that ain’t what you want to hear,
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| But that’s what I'll do.
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| And the feeling coming from my bones
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| Says "find a home".
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| I'm going to Wichita,
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| Far from this opera for evermore.
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| I'm gonna work the straw,
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| Make the sweat drip out of every pore.
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| And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding,
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| Right before the lord.
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| All the words are gonna bleed from me,
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| And I will sing no more,
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| And the stains coming from my blood,
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| Tell me "go back home". |