| Pulled the wool from off my eyes
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| I’ll pack my bags leave for South Drive
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| It reflects in my head and in aches
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| Still I give and you take everything I have
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| Call my bluff hold fire
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| Judgement clouded by desire
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| I swear it’s nothing more
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| I swear it’s nothing more
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| Now my leverage is slack it’s getting too loose to fit
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| And that red dot on your back tells me you’re used to this
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| So I’ll cut the cord
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| Shut you out
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| Spit your taste out of my mouth
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| My head feels so fucked up today
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| I guess I’ll have to find a way to
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| Leave you here and pack up for South Drive
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| Back off I’ve done my stint I’ve served my time
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| Stitched my mouth
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| Covered your lies
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| Someday I’ll cut you down to size
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| So I’ll cut the cord
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| Shut you out
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| I’m sick of all the shit you spout
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| My head feels so fucked up today
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| I guess I’ll have to find a way to
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| Leave you here and pack up for South Drive
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| Before I get sore eyes will you please rest them for me
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| So worn out from the doubt of your false sincerity
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| Cause the clock’s on the click I’ll throw in the towel and quit
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| I guess well cross that bridge
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| I guess well cross that bridge
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| I’ve been thinking about leaving
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| This time next year I won’t be here
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| So I’ll cut the cord
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| Shut you out
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| Spit your taste out of my mouth
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| My head feels so fucked up today
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| I guess I’ll have to find a way to
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| Leave you here and pack up for South Drive |