These heads are rolling they see black
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Watch them smile the dust away
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Who's upstairs hanging out the window?
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The girlfriend's leaving him tonight
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I know this well
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This repeating game it's neverending
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Don't let him drive the car tonight
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He'll never make it home
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Turn out the light
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We're too far behind
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Words are exchanged and we're never the same
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Confusing matter?
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Pray you make it out to the end
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He's a clown, a first class sinner
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Regrets are slowing building their way
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Elusive matter?
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Pray you make it out to the end
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This childhood dream is killing me
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I know it's hard to swallow
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But it's nice going down when it's free
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When will you answer?
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I've got this question aching on my mind
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How can you let these nights remain unsurrendered?
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Turn out the light
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We're too far behind
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It's evident no one here will survive
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Confusing matter?
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Pray you make it out to the end
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I'm a clown, a sad fool kisser
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This carnival planned its early death
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Elusive matter?
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Pray you make it out to the end
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(when exactly is the end?)
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And all the laughter you see is not for sale
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It's virus made no effort
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Near the fire they feed incessantly the flames to the inferno
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Goodnight afternoon
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Goodnight morning moon
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I'll catch your rays another day
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cuz they're coming to take me away
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I finally killed the light
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I'm bleeding here tonight
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I've felt the pain
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Now may I ride this game again?
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Granite Street Knife Fight
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Junction 18 |