and these walls, they whisper
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and these walls, they taunt and they mock
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and these walls, they whisper
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and these walls, they taunt and they mock and they say
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"old man, pack it in, you can¡¯t stay here, but you can never go home again
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if not to burn a bridge, if not to bury a friend"
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I won¡¯t relent
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with blood on my teeth and blood on my hands
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It¡¯s my piece mother fucker, and I¡¯m digging in
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because it¡¯s the last winter dance party
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you can trade your seat, but you¡¯re still going down
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It's the last winter dance party
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make your peace, because we¡¯re all going down
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The Last Winter Dance Party
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
