This is the putrid smell of your own living hell
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Where heavy rain drowns out the sirens
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And every searchlight in the city
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Couldn't find me a place that I could call my own
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In this wretched place
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We stew in our mistakes
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With boiling blood we say everything is great
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What do you say when every word's a lie
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What will you do since you're just growing up to die
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What do you say
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When everything that you've been told's a lie
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What will you do since you're just growing up to die
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Old timer, coal miner
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Breathe in my dust
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I live in lust with the dark days
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Where the skies are cold and gray
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And life seems so constant and plain
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In this wretched place
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We stew in our mistakes
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With boiling blood we say everything is great
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What do you say when every word's a lie
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What will you do since you're just growing up to die
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What do you say
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When everything that you've been told's a lie
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What will you do since you're just growing up to die
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You can take my head at the gallows
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You can take my head at the gallows
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Or you could bring this war to my front door
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Or you could bring this war to my front door
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But you never were a friend in the first place
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But you never were a friend in the first place
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What do you say when every word's a lie
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What will you do since you're just growing up to die
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What do you say
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When everything that you've been told's a lie
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What will you do since you're just growing up to die
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Friends 'Til The Weekend
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| 2*sweet |
