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My God, I can't wait any longer |
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I can't let this get the best of me |
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Psycho love in the burned out ruins |
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of my head is dead |
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I'll catch the next train outta town |
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My boots are gonna hit the ground |
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And hey, I'm a soul survivor |
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Runnin' from the killing fields of love |
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and never lookin' back |
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And hey, I'm the soul survivor |
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Crown of thorns around my heart |
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to keep it from fallin' apart |
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'Cause I'm the soul survivor |
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So how can you keep talkin' bout the way I always put you down, |
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When you were doin' worse to me |
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It's open season on my heart |
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The needle and the junkie both fit the part |
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Bags are packed and I'm movin' on to my fifth shot of J&B |
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Drinkin' in the bar where the fat lady sings all her songs to me |
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And hey, I'm a soul survivor |
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Runnin' from the killing fields of love |
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and never lookin' back |
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And hey, I'm the soul survivor |
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Crown of thorns around my heart |
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to keep it from fallin' apart |
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'Cause I'm the soul survivor |
