Fall to the floor board
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the cold sore on your face is getting sore so just burn it off
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In a fight with your best friend they said
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they're leaving town they'll never see your ugly face again
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Why does life equal pain? It's not a game things get complicated
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a critical time to stop fucking, up your time is up
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you don't get one million dollars to ease the pain
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give up when you're tired and you lose the will to live
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cause you can no longer breathe
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regain consciousness wake up on the floor,
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you've been beaten and torn but you don't tell anyone
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the time is gone so get off my lawn
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as the officer takes you to the side,
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cuffs you and takes you in, good-fucking-bye
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believe everything that you hear
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too afraid to bring you near
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honesty and lies appear in the shadows, look behind you
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deep in the grave of self-destruction break the barricade
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follow the leader till the end, clench the power in your fists
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hold it longer than the rest, hold it longer than the rest
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you're so easy to trick i could make you believe anything
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Gullible
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The Flatliners |