i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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across a bridge, the ablett strip
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there lives a man with atlas grip
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windows covered, single matress
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on friday nights it feeds his address
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well across a bridge on ablett.st
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there lives this girl she used to be
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still half-naked, she falls in traffic
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you dumbass kid, here's your dumbass life back
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i won't come back crawling again
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i won't come back crawling again
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no i won't come back crawling again
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i won't come back crawling again
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i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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some they fear, just your name
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for me i wish it was the same
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im still waiting for somebody to fix
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this damage to my body
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some may fear the future breeds
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these drug & sales planting seeds
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i just need this cheque to clear
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so i can check right out of.. hear me
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i won't come back crawling again
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i won't come back crawling again
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no i won't come back crawling again
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i won't come back crawling again
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this merry-go-round
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has spun itself into the ground
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they threw me that
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an inch in this life is still far as hell
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but they bred you better
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they bred you better
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they bred you better than me
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they bred you better
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they bred you better
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they bred you better than me
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i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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i wont say anything
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i wont say anymore
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they bred you better
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they bred you better
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they bred you better than me
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they bred you better
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they bred you better
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they bred you better than me
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Future Breeds
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Hot Hot Heat |