Well, here comes a test
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A fight until death,
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A song without a rest.
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I won't complain,
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It’s what I asked for.
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I’ll ask for your hand,
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Cause it’s a long road ahead,
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And I feel so alone.
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And I hope this takes care of broken words.
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I’m broken down you know,
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I hope this makes you proud,
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To write this down,
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It’s better than the rest, to see you smile.
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Hey! Whoa!
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Hope this makes you,
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Hey! Whoa!
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Hope this makes you proud.
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And here comes a test,
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It’s shooting for my head.
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Along with all the rest.
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I can’t compete with what I ask for,
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I ask for your hand,
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Cause it’s a long road ahead,
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And I feel so alone.
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And I hope this takes care of broken words.
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I’m broken down you know,
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I hope this makes you proud,
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To write this down,
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It’s better than the rest, to see you smile.
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Hey! Whoa!
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I hope this makes you proud.
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Hey! Whoa!
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I hope this makes you proud.
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You fall asleep, fall asleep in the back room.
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(You fall asleep, fall asleep in the back.)
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You fall asleep, fall a-asleep, whoa!
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Hey! Whoa!
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I hope this makes you,
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Hey! Whoa!
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I hope this makes you,
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Hey! Whoa!
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I hope this makes you,
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Hey! Whoa!
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Shot To The Chest
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| Letter Kills |
