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We only flock this town, with the intent to burn it down. |
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We only swim with you, to watch you drown. |
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Chalk it up, to being alone. |
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Sleeping with the lights on. |
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Somebody feeling sold out, to the pain. |
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A native son, not much to gain. |
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And you know it's all this place to blame. |
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I see it all ahead. We're waking up that dread. |
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It's climbing up my back, we know the dread. |
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No point to question why |
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what we buried in the night |
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can't come back to tell our lives. |
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And all of this time we're waiting on the night, |
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on the lonesome night. |
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Somebody feeling sold out, to the pain. |
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A native son, not much to gain. |
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And you know it's all this place to blame. |
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You're feeling sold out to the pain. |
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The only friend that will remain. |
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I see it all ahead. We're waking up that dread. |
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It's climbing up my back, we know the dread. |
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And it all will move, far too quickly to let you choose. |
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It comes quiet. |
