you'd better shove another piece of what's left into your mouth while the gettin' is good.
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because you know the highs are running low, and every new is getting old.
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lord, I've been down since you've been seeing another boy.
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me and my girl are gonna smoke the cigarettes that we find in another man's tray.
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we're gonna pick all the meat from the big city bones because the hot is getting cold.
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lord, I'm not proud. keep you chin up the water will boil, the comet will come for us all.
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so make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm.
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we have salted the earth. raid hell. raid hell.
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you'd better drink up, get your sorrows in, because we're coming upon where the ending begins.
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the nickel city's new church says "no one allowed" since all the lights are going out.
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the end is near. I will be delivered. we've filled our bellies with so much repulsive flair I'll explode if I'm not forgiven.
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make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm.
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we have salted the earth. raid hell. raid hell.
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you'd better get it while the gettin' is good, corner boy. you know the highs are running low.
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you'd better shove another piece of what is left into your mouth. we need to learn to go without.
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there is no plan for the dutiful. we dried the country making room for our grave. but my time is sure taking it's time running out.
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| Every Time I Die |
