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I'm gonna fight 'em off |
|
A seven nation army couldn't hold |
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me back |
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They're gonna rip it off |
|
Taking their time right behind my |
|
back |
|
And I'm talking to myself at night |
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Because I can't forget |
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Back and forth through my mind |
|
Behind a cigarette |
|
And the message coming from my |
|
eyes |
|
Says leave it alone |
|
Don't want to hear about it |
|
Every single one's got a story to |
|
tell |
|
Everyone knows about it |
|
From the Queen of England to the |
|
hounds of hell |
|
And if I catch it coming back my |
|
way |
|
I'm gonna serve it to you |
|
And that ain't what you want to |
|
hear, |
|
But that's what I'll do |
|
And the feeling coming from my |
|
bones |
|
Says find a home |
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I'm going to Wichita |
|
Far from this opera for evermore |
|
I'm gonna work the straw |
|
Make the sweat drip out of every |
|
pore |
|
And I'm bleeding, and I'm |
|
bleeding, and I'm bleeding |
|
Right before the lord |
|
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 coming from my |
|
blood |
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Tell me go back home |
