| I was lost for a while
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| I was knee deep in denial
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| I was lost for a while
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| Without my stride my step my style
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| It took a lot of digging up bones
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| In my backyard nightly
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| I’m half a bottle in
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| I’m just now feeling feisty
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| A few things could slip
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| So you’ll have to forgive me
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| No more walking the line
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| I’m getting downright frisky
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| I’ve kept it clean, but now it’s high time
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| For every dirty, awful word
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| You’ve had your chance to make your peace
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| But now I’m gonna make sure this hurts
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| Yeah, this is Shock
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| This is Awe
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| This is War
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| This is the 'Fuck You' to Richard Reines
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| Who told me I should lose some weight
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| Come to think of it, Payne, you too
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| You screwed our fans, so we screwed you
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| And up to this point, I think we’ve been pretty cool
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| About losing tours to bands with only half of our pull
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| I wouldn’t call it bitter, but I’ve grown to feel slighted
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| There’s a party going on, we’re living life uninvited
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| I’ve kept it clean, but now it’s high time
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| For every dirty, awful word
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| You’ve had your chance to make your peace
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| But now I’m gonna make sure this hurts
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| Yeah, this is Shock
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| This is Awe
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| This is War
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| Yeah, this is Shock
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| This is Awe
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| This is War |