He who hesitates is lost, against the grain, no matter the ocst.
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Many hands make light work
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You¡¯ll get cut short with my words!
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In the end you know a pilot in the storm,
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Hope you die well
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Its fucking farewell.
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The chip on your shoulder looks heavy as Hell.
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I hope you¡¯re blackballed
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You¡¯re fucking stonewalled
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You thumb your nose at all you¡¯ve learned.
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Just turn you back as bridges burn.
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In my heart I¡¯m a war
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Tripping over these tombstones
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In my heart I¡¯m at war
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I keep tripping over these tombstones
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It¡¯s your fucking final hour.
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I¡¯ve laid out my tattered heart.
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Into the blinding light.
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To avoid the dark
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What did I fall into?
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I¡¯m through,
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You¡¯ve skewed the view.
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Sometimes salvation ain¡¯t but a door away¡¦ from you.
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There¡¯s no saving grace, we¡¯re at a crossroads
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You don¡¯t know, you don¡¯t know me at all, know me at all.
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Fucking Farewell
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This is war.
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Fucking farewell.
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Fucking Farewell.
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Tripping Over Tombstones
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| DevilDriver |
