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Arm, like a gun, said "I'm worried 'bout the next world |
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I've forgot how to live in this one" |
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Mouth full of war never shuts up |
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There's no glory |
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Dressed in anything less than a fifth |
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I'm gonna get high as a Georgia pine |
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I bought a drink for a guy who |
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Never knew death sat heavy on his nose |
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It's depressing, there's no magic |
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Men die and never know |
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Don't you wish you've led the golden life |
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Don't you wish you've seen everything |
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Found your life to be a lonely walk |
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Don't you wish you've done something else |
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When I open my eyes |
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I'm alone in a room on fire |
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Where's my gun, where's my gun |
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Where's the scent of sweet Georgia pine |
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There's no lie worth believing |
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Last call |
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Last bliss |
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Last pass |
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Last regret |
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Don't you wish |
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Last fight |
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Don't you wish |
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Last kiss |
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Don't you wish |
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So gone |
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Lights out |
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I heard a glass-eyed yell for another |
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"...and one for my sober regrets." |
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It's contagious |
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All this movement |
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Men die and never know |
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I'm gonna get high as a Georgia pine |
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And unthink everything I've learned |
