Time feels like I¡¯ve been back in jail
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Like when I was doin´ time or even killed
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Spend all night on a bended knee
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Just to beg for something to believe
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Left home with a pack of clothes
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Without a family tree
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This fight could be the last fight
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No giving no winning
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One time could be the all the time
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Should we decide to end the misery
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Time heals all of the burned out bridges
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Filled with nothing more than misery
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I wear the mask of the embattled son
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Trying to beg for something to believe
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I left home with a pack of clothes
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Without a family tree
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This fight could be the last fight
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No giving no winning
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One time could be the all the time
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Should we decide to end the misery
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Break the chains of featherweights and giants
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With disdain for everlasting liars
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They´ll refrain when we spit out the fire
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And start living, living, living my friend
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This fight could be the last fight
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No giving no winning
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One time could be the all the time
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Should we decide to end the misery
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This fight could be the last fight
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No giving no winning
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One time could be the all the time
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Should we decide to end the misery
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The Last Fight
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Velvet revolver |