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There are marks on the wall that we hated to make |
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Carved from the bullets that fibs from the fake |
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A beam of the light from the golden god sun |
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Only makes sense when it's shot from a gun |
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A dream that's kept from happening |
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A life that bleeds through |
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A life that eats you |
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One life that is catastrophe |
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There's one down |
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It feels over |
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I look around |
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It's over my shoulder |
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It gets cold |
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We feel so torn |
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It's one down |
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There's just a million more |
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The lectures and lessons that you made us take |
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Have dug in deep and are making us hate |
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The price of the free |
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Is marked on us all |
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It keeps us in line and our backs to the wall |
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A dream that's kept from happening |
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A life that bleeds through |
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A life that eats you |
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One life that is catastrophe |
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There's one down |
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It feels over |
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I look around |
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It's over my shoulder |
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It gets cold |
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We feel so torn |
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It's one down |
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There's just a million more |
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A dream thats kept from happening |
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A life that breathes through |
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A life that eats you |
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One life that is catastrophe |
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Is catastrophe |
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There's one down |
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It feels over |
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I look around |
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It's over my shoulder |
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It gets cold |
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We feel so torn |
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It's one down |
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There's just a million more |
