Step back give me some room to breathe
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I think it's time to pour me another drink
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You think you know but you ain't got a fuckin prayer
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And we're goin' nowhere
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We're flat lining with a pocket full of kryptonite
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We're goin' down with a soul full of dynamite
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We got the world by the balls on a truth or dare
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The more we fall the less we care
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We are - the scars on your world of regret
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We are - the scars that you hope to forget
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So light another candle for your sins
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Slit another throat for innocence
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And let me know if I'm making myself clear
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Cause we're goin nowhere
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We're mainlining on a bottle full of H.I.V
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And slow burning on a dime bag of apathy
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We won the war on a rigged game of solitaire
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The more we learn the less we care
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We are - the scars on your world of regret
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We are - the scars that you hope to forget
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We are
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All we are
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the walk of the dead, the voice in your head
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All we are
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The hate that you feed, the fear that you breed
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All we are
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We're taking a stand, the blood of the land
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All we are
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The voice in your head, the march of the dead
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Say
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We are - the scars on your world of regret
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We are - the scars that you hope to forget
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We are
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We Are
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| Dope |
