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Something out of nowhere |
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Like a bullet from a gun |
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Old railrider, riding in the sun |
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And you preach like a jesus |
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But you act like a man |
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All the lies your teaching |
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Lend another one's hand |
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Old railrider |
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Old railride |
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Get your bed un made |
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With a jokers grin |
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And i saw you knocking |
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But i couldn't get in with the |
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Door locked |
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Oh god you look fantastic |
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Time's never been so drastic |
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Work nights for a fucking piece of plastic |
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Old railrider |
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Old railrider |
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Can't get much higher |
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Old rail |
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It's what you get when you love like a hypocrite |
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And the blood's on your hand |
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But you can't see shit |
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It's what you get |
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When you look like a hypocrite |
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Already, quit it |
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It's what you get when you love like a hypocrite |
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And the blood's on your hand |
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But you can't see shit |
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It's what you get |
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When you look like a hypocrite |
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Something out of somewhere |
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Like a bullet from a gun |
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Old railrider, riding in the sun |
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And you preach like a jesus |
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But you act like a man |
|
All the lies you teaching |
|
Lend another one's hand |
|
Old railrider |
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Old railrider |
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Can't get much higher |
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Old rail |
