| Cigarette fingers, ember stain
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| Incriminating notes on a paper chain.
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| Did you ever get the feeling that you’ve been cheated?
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| I wanna bust out, I’ve not been defeated.
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| We’re all strong bones, they hold no water,
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| Got the whiplash smile, this gets harder.
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| Time has wound down and now we’ve been cached,
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| Because half measures are all half-assed, and
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| how did we ever end up this way,
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| and I don’t know I’m in disarray.
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| Cultivating my ignorance--
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| didn’t we have some standards once?
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| I hate you and your cowboy boots,
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| though we wanted clever, we settled for stupid.
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| Do it always so indiscreet,
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| like a bad boyfriend he’s a dirty little cheat.
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| It’s a shallow, vicious state of mind,
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| like an angry child getting dumped online.
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| And give me back my photos will you,
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| you fucking whore I’ll kill you!
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| (Don't believe it) Don’t believe a word
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| (Don't believe) Just keep on breathing.
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| (Don't believe it) Don’t believe a word,
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| (Don't believe) 'cause pretty soon that good King George
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| will wake up screaming.
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| Our soundtrack is a soul less thing,
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| some dull ache replace the sting.
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| Rap stars brag about shooting each other?
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| Whatever happened to, «brother, brother»?
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| We like thugs when they attack, and
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| We like crime when it’s black-on-black, and
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| Isn’t this you, cruel-hearted fake?
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| And, isn’t this more than you can take?
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| (Don't believe it) Don’t believe a word
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| (Don't believe) Just walk on by.
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| (Don't believe it) 'cause this moment will pass and then we can all, c
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| an all get high, yeah.
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| (Don't believe) Don’t believe it
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| (Don't believe it) just keep on breathing
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| (keep on breathing) oh pretty soon, that good King George
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| will wake up screaming.
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| Wake up screaming. |
| Ha ha.
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| Wake up screaming. |
| Ahhh-ahhh.
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| Yeahhh! |
| (Yeahhh!) x4
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| Round up all the big lynch pins.
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| Hope we don’t get fooled again!
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| All sensation makes no sense,
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| you got some insane confidence.
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| I can’t find myself I can’t change the station,
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| in this corporate, sell-out, hillbilly nation.
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| Scandalize now with such ease,
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| America, give me back my keys.
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| Sand, it blows, a soldier squeeze
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| trigger on fake enemies,
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| we’re all abroad and all alone,
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| 'till you come home--bring 'em home.
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| (Don't believe it) Don’t believe a word.
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| (Don't believe) Just keep on breathing.
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| (Don't believe it) 'Cause pretty soon that good King George
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| will wake up screaming.
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| (Don't believe it) Don’t believe a word.
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| (Keep on breathing) Don’t believe a word, no!
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| (Don't believe a word) Don’t believe a word.
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| (Don't believe) Don’t believe a word. |