And in the first year of my former life
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I was 17 and a wildfire burning
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If I stretched out my hands I was convinced I could conjure angels
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And yeah I was pretty sure she was bulletproof
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At least I never saw anybody ever get to you
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You used to wonder all the time if you made it,
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on to the point of a ritual,
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to the point of a ritual
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And I used to die every night
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All in your honor,
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in your honor, oh, in your honor
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While you were gone,
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While you were gone
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And in the last hours before the sunrise
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I¡¯m not sure if I passed out or closed my eyes
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I woke into a dream where I know I knew,
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somebody had just got their claws in you
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And your breath heaves in silent anythings,
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like a subconscious ritual
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And I used to die every night
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All in your honor,
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in your honor, oh, in your honor
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While you were gone,
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While you were gone
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And if you¡¯re gonna break my heart, it might as well be tonight
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And if you¡¯re gonna break my heart, it might as well be tonight
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I used to die every sweet, sweet night
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All in your honor
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And I used to die every night
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All in your honor,
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in your honor, oh, in your honor
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While you were gone,
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While you were gone
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All in the throws of rebellion
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In the throws of rebellion
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In the throws of rebellion
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Teenage Rebellion
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
