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I, I've suffered long enough in this ghost town |
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I saw the walls, called their bluff and took them down |
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When I think of all the time I've wasted |
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All the bitter pills I've tasted |
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I have to hang my head and frown |
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I, I've suffered long enough in this ghost town |
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Soon came a day under skies that were gray |
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When I knew I couldn't stay in this ghost town full of |
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Clones and clowns and carbon copy towns, with |
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Kine and swine and nothing that was mine, |
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And this town's decline with my hatred intertwined, |
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So I gather all I find and I bolt it to me, |
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Fueled my fires and I grabbed my pliers, and I'm lit! |
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I made my own machine |
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Yes, we're building steam |
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I hate the same routine |
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I made my own machine |
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Yes, we're building steam |
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I hate the same routine |
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I, I never looked back--I want to never return |
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If I could find a fuse, those bridges would burn |
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But I keep this horse at a run |
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Keep my hand to my gun |
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My path the vampires have learned |
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So I, I can never look back; I can never return |
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Soon came a day under skies that were gray |
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When I knew I couldn't stay in this ghost town full of |
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Clones and clowns and carbon copy towns, with |
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Kine and swine and nothing that was mine, |
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And this town's decline with my hatred intertwined, |
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So I gather all I find and I bolt it to me, |
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Fueled my fires and I grabbed my pliers, and I'm lit! |
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I made my own machine |
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Yes, we're building steam |
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I hate the same routine |
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repeat last three lines 5x |
