So the battle ground is a border-town
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Do you want to come home?
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Is the gutter full of the pitiful?
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Do you want to atone?
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I can make all the poison go down
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Like a sweet wine
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You'll be just fine
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So we're bottled in
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We're shelved in
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Ashamed of ourselves
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We don't let it
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Will my life suit sacrifice?
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Know that I have but just one try
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Like a masochist
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I'm loving this
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The pain, the pain, the pain is bittersweet
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And the tyranny is taking me
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It's turning the screws
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I'm deserving, deserving of this
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Suit Sacrifice
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| The New Amsterdams |
