Hands across the table
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Before we go to war
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Nothing¡¯s really stable
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No one¡¯s keeping score
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The past stretches behind me
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From which I often run
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I finally let it find me
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Now that I¡¯ve got a gun
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Chorus:
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It don¡¯t make it right
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Just ¡®cause no one cares
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A long list of letdowns
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Too many nowheres
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Through these eyes
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There is no end in sight
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Burn out the bright side
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But it don¡¯t make it right
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The ass that you¡¯ve kissing
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The one that holds you down
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Is the one that you`ve been kicking
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With two feet on the ground
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Chorus:
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It don¡¯t make it right
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Just ¡®cause no one cares
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A long list of letdowns
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Too many nowheres
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Through these eyes
|
There is no end in sight
|
Burn out the bright side
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But don¡¯t make it right
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It Doesn't Make It Right
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| Spermbirds |
