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At the end of the road |
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As they're daring along, |
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He jumped to the lion's den |
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And the noose was tied tight |
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Up around his neck |
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He used sand and blood to entertain |
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Life is short |
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And it's rules are long |
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They'll beat you again and again |
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When push comes to shove |
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Your time is up |
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Don't extinguish your favorite flame |
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This is not |
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A way to end |
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Life's too short to |
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Waste my friend |
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These copper color hearts |
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Exposed to the world |
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He spelt pride with his hammer and his tongue |
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Face to the wall |
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He put his back upon it |
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And sank to oblivion |
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At a moment a heavy hearts |
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Should stand till the bitter end |
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The growing crowd |
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Is baying for blood |
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They want six feet of rope and revenge |
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This is not |
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A way to end |
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Life's too short to |
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Waste my friend |
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This is not |
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A way to end |
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Life's too short to |
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Waste my friend |
