Broke every bone in your body
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For all I know
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Gone halfway to heaven before the devil's seen you go
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The years are changing
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From far away
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And I'll wake up in Nebraska on New Year's Day
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I put the brakes on like a sinking suspicion
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And tell me what have I got
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No control over old libraries of useless thoughts
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I think someone should hit you
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They should hit you where it hurts
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With sticks and stones and break your bones and leave you in the dirt
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The things that they say
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Behind your back
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Are too treacherous to be anything but fact
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The future's so bright that it's fight or flight
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To the sound of a siren song
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When you don't know better, you put off what you can't prolong
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Wish you were here
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We'd start the year on a death trip!
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As the clock struck midnight
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In another time zone
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All I could think about were your broken bones
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And as that car swerved
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From side to side
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For the first time in a year I felt satisfied
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But like every feeling I felt you felt it first
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Every time I hurt you felt it worse
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And the times I knelt to receive your curse
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Are in the ditch by the side of the road
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Broken Bones And Death Trips
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| The GC5 |
