"Far away from any road,
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Froze my heart in solitude,
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Where your passerby can see,
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Our life's highway guard within,
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Knowing when our last does fail,
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Our compassion shall be met,
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...
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Our life's highway guard within."
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We need vices (oh),
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We need vices (oh),
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Well you took my hope and my marriage license,
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(where's my home?)
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Those days are dead
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(forgive me)
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Those days are dead
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(forgive me)
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Those days are dead
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(forgive me)
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We need vices at fifty thousand degrees
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She said goodbye to the ground
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She said goodbye to the ground
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She said goodbye to the ground
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I don't care
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I got creative (oh no),
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To try to kill the major,
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Where is my trigger?
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...
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And that forest burned
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That forest burned
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That forest burned
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We need ten years, everyone, so we can return
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She said goodbye to the ground
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She said goodbye to the ground
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She said goodbye to the ground
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She said goodbye to the ground
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She said goodbye to the ground
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And jumped
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We need vices (oh),
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We need vices (oh),
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We've done nothing but brandish our disguises
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Those days are dead
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(forgive me)
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Those days are dead
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(forgive me)
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Those days are dead
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(forgive me)
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We need vices to wave to the good old days
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She said goodbye to the ground
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She said goodbye to the ground
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She said goodbye to the ground
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And jumped
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Vices
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Brand New |