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We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. |
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My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run. |
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I tell no lie: jackknives in socks, they're all gonna die. |
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Tensions rise. |
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Pre-pubes swarm the hill like flies. |
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Get the caskets ready, we're going to tear right through this city. |
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That's if the anger don't, that's if the boredom don't, the drinking don't intercept this north-end horde. |
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Who am I? |
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Fighting a war that |
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I can't win. |
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Swelling with things we try to hide. |
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You never leave anyone behind. |
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A harsh return that slaps you in the face. |
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For one last chance, we leave this place. |
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We're all packing up and moving on. |
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I've got a war in the head. |
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Fear our lives won't pass as great events. |
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A better prospect hides up ahead. |
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Do you feel it in the air? |
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We've been crushed beyond oblivion. |
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Farce and death walk hand in hand. |
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Graves and memorial walls hold my family name. |
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Pills and bottles do the same. |
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I hope that freedom's coming our way. |
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The fight never happened. |
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The crowd petered out. |
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We all dribbled home. |
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Mission accomplished. |
