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Salute the army at hells hand, |
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Salute the reasons why... |
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My conscience it wades me, |
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With five-a-side, (???) |
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I'll never get out, |
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I'll never make my stand. |
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And when I awake, |
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I'm not about to listen to them, |
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For I can't wait, |
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It's not about me. |
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Stare down the longest line, |
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Of course this is falling apart, |
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You fooled me like a rat trap baited, |
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But I, refuse to buy. |
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I'm shell-shocked and I've lost my sight. |
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But I can still hear you calling me. |
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And when I awake, |
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I'm not about to listen to them, |
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For I can't wait, |
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I'm not about to listen to... |
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I'm on a highway that leads to the end, |
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I'm on a highway that leads to the end, |
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I'm on a highway that leads to the end, |
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I'm on a highway that leads to... |
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These broken bones, |
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This busted smile, |
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My head it hurts, |
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I should be leaving now, |
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I hear your words, |
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They call my name, |
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I won't go back, |
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You must be outta your head. |
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You say I'm wrong, |
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You say I'm mad, |
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If I stay here, |
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I'll never make it back, |
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I hear your words, |
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They call my name, |
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I won't go back, |
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You must be outta your head, |
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You must be outta your head. |
