You've got me pinned against this barbed wire fence
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Where the rust stains begin to bleed.
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The color red mixed with the blue in my pants,
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While my white hands try to write me free.
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I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
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I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
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I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
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Maybe it's better off this
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More hits have hit me like a radio dial,
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I've been told that she's one away.
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More kicks have kicked me than a chorus line
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And these bruises just seem to stay.
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I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
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I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
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I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
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Maybe it's better off this way.
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Maybe it's better off this way.
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La da da
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La da da da da da
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La da da da, da da da da da da
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La da da
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La da da da da da
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La da da da, da da da da da da
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It's all running again
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Pumping fumes to my head
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She's calling me out to go again
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All running again
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Pumping fumes to my head
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She's calling me out to go again
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I'm tired of drawing on my eyes.
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I'm tired of wasting words that keep me locked inside.
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I want to say how much your love has pushed me away;
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Your love has pushed me away
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Maybe it's better off this way.
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Maybe it's better off this way.
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Maybe it's better off this
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Maybe it's better off this way.
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Better Off This Way
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| We Are The Fury |
