Burnt to a crisp i cant sleep from the sound
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Of the train of thought inside of me
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So i grab the keys as the clock
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It starts to smile
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5 in the am seems so surreal
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Where the red lights are friends
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With the automobiles
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And just want you to stop
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And say hi for awhile
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Cuz we just want to be heard
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And act like we're better
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Than anyone else or not to feel lower
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So laugh when they cry
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Jump when they're down
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Smile when they frown
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We're all going down..
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We're all going down
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So take a hi-five from another zombie
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That walks in the bar
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Straight out of a movie
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Where 10 dollar drinks
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Are the highlight of his week
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And all of the kitty cats
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Get out their catty kits
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Sit and they talk shit
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Bout this bitch and that bitch
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And makes me feel a little better about me
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We're All Going Down
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| Butch Walker |
