Fuck that when I die I'd rather go to hell
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I speak the fucking truth
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It's not hard to fucking tell
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I'd tattoo it on my fucking face
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Fuck you, I'll never fucking change.
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When you've come to the end of the road
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and all your stories have been told
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21 let me show you what I've done
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Your losing battle I've already won
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our wounds become undone
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and expose our hearts made of gold
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21 let me show you what I've done
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your losing batter
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has just begun
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I looked into my future
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was blinded by the light
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On the path now
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Doesn't matter left or right
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never had to choose
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never had to say I might
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well I might be fucking short
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Never intimated by height
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Baby leave those heels on
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I'm almost at the top
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Not my peak yet
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so I'm never gonna stop
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But maybe I'm too high
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Maybe it's the pills I pop
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I might fucking die
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When I fucking drop.
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When you've come to the end of the road
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and all your stories have been told
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21 let me show you what I've done
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our wounds become undone
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and expose our hearts made of gold
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21 let me show you what I've done
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your losing batter
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has just begun
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Made Of Gold
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| Abandon All Ships |
