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(by The White Stripes) |
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I'm gonna fight 'em off |
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A seven nation army couldn't hold me back |
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They're gonna rip it off |
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Taking their time right behind my back |
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And I'm talkin' to myself at night |
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Because I can't forget |
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Back and forth through my mind |
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Behind a cigarette |
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And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone... |
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Don't wanna hear about it |
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Every single one's got a story to tell |
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Everyone knows about it |
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From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell |
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And if I catch it comin' back my way |
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I'm gonna serve it to you |
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And that ain't what you want to hear |
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But that's what I'll do |
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And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home... |
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I'm going to Wichita |
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Far from this opera forevermore |
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I'm gonna work the straw |
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Make the sweat drip out of every pore |
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And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding |
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Right before the lord |
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All the words are gonna bleed from me |
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And I will think no more |
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And the stains comin' from my blood tell me "Go back home"... |
