I didn't see the signs posted on the road
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Dead end gives way to the cliff that soars
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And I lose control your face still looks bored
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One, two, fuck you!
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I won't change for you
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Wrong way
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This time it's going down
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You say I'm immature
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to hang around
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Okay
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Face-plant to the ground
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I won't change for you
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I won't change for you
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Tonight I wash my hands of you
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You set the bar I could not live up to
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Tonight the light is breaking through
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So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell
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This relationship is over as we scrape the ledge
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and you call me a loser falling over the edge
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Like you're cutting all your losses
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Like a bet you can hedge
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One two, fuck you!
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I won't change for you
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A black eye
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and my heart is ripped out of my chest
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Crucified
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For not passing any of your stupid tests
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Good-bye
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Right now I could care less
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I won't change for you
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I won't change for you
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Tonight I wash my hands of you
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You set the bar I could not live up to
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Tonight the light is breaking through
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So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell
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We've come a long way
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Don't look down!
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Your heart is rotten
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Your heart is rotten
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Too bad it was the wrong way
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Won't be long now
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Till we hit the rock
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Bottom
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Tonight I wash my hands of you
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You set the bar I could not live up to
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Tonight the light is breaking through
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So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell
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Tonight I wash my hands of you
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You set the bar I could not live up to
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Tonight the light is breaking through
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So thank you very little and send me postcards from hell
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Postcards From Hell
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| Zebrahead |
