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It's always till you turn your back away |
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And leave things left misunderstood |
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Seemingly you are surrounded now with your back against the wall |
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And I'm not suggesting you run, run from what you've done |
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Or stare into a crowd |
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Don't you want to stare them down |
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And punish them for cruel, the cruel things they've done |
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Listen man it's so obsessive how you think you can hang with me |
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Travel light you won't need lingering secrets to tell in your sleep |
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Harvesting an evil wandering the sun comes knocking on the door tonight |
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Far away you think I'm going but you're the one with blood on your hands |
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Far away you caught me running, starving like a pack of wolves under a full moon |
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Stemming from your allegations |
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I won't make it long alive |
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Built on grounds of negativity |
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I'll crawl back into my hole |
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Walled off from you evil people |
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Left to chase my dreams |
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Don't walk where you fall |
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From now on I will go gently to another place at the other end. |
