| John Milton: Yeah! |
| Step on up son! |
| Come on that’s good! |
| You got to hold on to
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| that fury. |
| Yeah, that’s the last thing to go, that’s the final hiding place,
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| the final fig leaf
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| Kevin Lomax: Who are you?
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| John Milton: Oh, I have so many names
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| Kevin Lomax: Satan?
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| John Milton: Call me dad!
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| Damnation
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| What does the world have against me?
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| Yeah
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| On and on, again and again anxiety circles me
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| What am I to do?
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| Plagued by a never-ending cycle
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| What’s the point of defying when you always fall in line?
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| What’s the purpose of trying with the clock up against me?
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| On and on, again and again
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| I’m bathed in another sin
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| Getting tired of anger
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| Go line for line every time I try
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| And my mistakes have made me
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| Is there a legacy left to lead?
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| What will I tell my sons of the life I lived?
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| When they ask of me
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| Every night’s a new struggle, every day is the same
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| It’s the bitch of living, or maybe just a game
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| Every week’s another burden, another year full of shame
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| The real bitch of living is knowing life will never change
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| I’ll never quite get the message
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| The new damnation
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| I’ll never quite get the message, lord let me be
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| You’ll never quite get the message, lord let me be
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| John Milton: Maybe it was your time to lose. |
| You didn’t think so
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| Kevin Lomax: Lose? |
| I don’t lose! |
| I win! |
| I win! |
| I’m a lawyer, that’s my job,
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| that’s what I do!
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| John Milton: I rest my case |