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He's running wild through the streets at night |
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He's got a clip-on |
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Spyderco knife |
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But he's hiding in the shadows by the break of day |
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But it's just for keeping the wolves at bay |
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It's 2am, ****ed up again |
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Insane, poking his veins, he's standing in the rain |
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With nothing to lose but everything to gain |
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He's living in the bottle cause he's living with the pain |
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Unwanted and unforgiving |
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He's tired of fighting and he's tired of living here |
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And liberating, it helps him forget the worlds he's hating |
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He's suffocating, the pain can be excruciating |
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Swigging beer with nothin' to fear |
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He's got nothing to lose so he's always winning |
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And now he's waiting, there won't be any negotiating |
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He's got nothing to lose |
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He's been beaten and he's been bruised |
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He's had enough of their institutions |
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He ain't taking anymore of your abuse |
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And all the rules he was told to obey |
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So he hit the street before they put him away |
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They offered him no solutions |
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In a deprogramming youth care center |
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To rid him of his insubordinate ways " |
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You know that boy ain't right" is what you hear his parents say he's got nothing to lose so he don't give a **** down on the world and down on his luck about shit taking risks in the street throwing bricks he's got nothing to lose but you've drove him to this he's sleeping under the overpass trying hard to forget the past of 1-95 just trying to survive just waiting for the moon to arise |