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You're no longer welcome here |
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You can't just have anything you like |
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We're an easy kind, but you've crossed the line |
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You are banished, banned |
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We have made the call |
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and it's a ****ed up world beyond these walls |
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But you brought this on yourself |
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and there ain't no other way |
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You're never ever ever coming back |
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Take some bread 'n my pocket knife |
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That's the last gift you'll receive |
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This is the last that you'll ever hear from me |
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You're no longer welcome here |
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You bent the rules so hard they broke |
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You paid us no dues, you made us a joke |
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You're forever shunned |
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We have forgotten your face 'n name |
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You say its our fault, but we're not to blame |
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You've got a lousy fate |
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You've got to live under the sky |
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of a broken down bruise colored place |
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Take a word from me |
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Never look 'em in the eye |
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This is the last advice you'll ever get from me |
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You're no longer welcome here |
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I'll tell you what I'm gonna do |
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I'm gonna leave here, too |
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I'm gonna roll with you |
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'Cause we're no longer here |
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We just can't have everything we like |
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We're an easy kind, about to cross the line |
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With the sinners and the losers |
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and the long winded boozers |
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This is the last that I'll ever ask of you |
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Y'know we brought this on ourselves |
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But there ain't no other way |
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We're never ever, ever coming back |
