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I'm gonna fight 'em off
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A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
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They gonna rip it off
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Taking their time right behind my back
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And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget
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Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette
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And a message coming from my eyes says leave it alone
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Don't want to hear about it
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Every single one's got a story to tell
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Everyone knows about it
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From the queen of England to the hounds of hell
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And if I catch you coming back my way I'm going to sell it to you
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And that ain't what you want to hear but that's what I'll do
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And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home
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I'm goin' to Wichita
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Far from this opera forevermore
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I'm gonna work the straw
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Make the sweat drip out of every pore
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And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding right before my lord
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Oh, the words are going to bleed from me and I will think no more
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And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home
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Seven Nation Army
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| The White Stripes |
