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Gotta get gone like a bat on a mission |
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Out of this hell not enough sedition |
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Give em all you got and you better believe they'll walk |
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All over you, leaving smoke and ashes and |
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Burning up faith with their "fine intentions." |
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A "noble cause" can bend as fast as the law |
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You're pledge wore thin |
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Now we're all in |
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Gotta get gone get stable, steady |
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I'd rather walk slow than to run with a cut throat |
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Give em all you got and you better believe they'll talk |
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All about you breaking skin on your back |
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It's just a little dagger; it's just a little blade right? |
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But there'll be more and they don't bend at all |
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You're pledge wore thin |
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Now we're all in |
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And time must mend |
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Truth must win |
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And we're all ears |
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Savor fever, savor the sin |
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Bleed for lessons and don't stop to fall into |
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Sanctimony, a self righteous story, condemned and surely |
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Holier than thou while screaming freedom |
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Far far away from the truth condition |
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Your pledge wore thin |
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Now we're all in |
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Your pledge wore thin |
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Now we're all in |
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And time must mend |
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Truth must win |
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And we're all ears |
