| Lookin' out upon the highway, already two-hundred-and-fifty miles gone
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| I take my first taste of freedom and I’ve never felt so alive, yeah
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| And out of the corner of my eye
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| I see a woman
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| Well, she was more radiant than I ever could have imagined
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| And she was singing: «What's wrong with you?»
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| What is the problem
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| With drinking whiskey and smoking weed?
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| Live within the system
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| If you don’t like it, well fucking leave!
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| Well get me back, get me back on the road
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| I met the devil and I sold my soul
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| 'Cause everything and everyone is old
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| (Hey, hey, hey!)
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| I cut my lung out
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| I need a fix
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| You’re my puzzle and my pieces fit
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| 'Cause everything and everyone is old
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| (Hey, hey, hey!)
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| The nights in the desert paint pictures
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| That aren’t always what they seem
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| The dust kicking up all around
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| It makes this shit come on like a whirlwind
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| And she stands up on the hood of a car
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| And she screams to all, but demons and murderers…
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| «I wanna see chaos
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| Wanna see victims be one with the pain!
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| The power of our redemption
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| Suppresses the memories of tragedy!»
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| Oh, give me what I need
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| Let me drift away
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| Where all the troubles
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| All my troubles are so far away
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| Well get me back, get me back on the road
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| I met the devil and I sold my soul
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| 'Cause everything and everyone is old
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| (Hey, hey, hey!)
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| I cut my lung out
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| I need a fix
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| You’re my puzzle and my pieces fit
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| 'Cause everything and everyone is old
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| (Hey, hey, hey!)
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| Well get me back, get me back on the road
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| I met the devil and I sold my soul
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| 'Cause everything and everyone is old
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| (Hey, hey, hey!)
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| I cut my lung out
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| I need a fix
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| You’re my puzzle and my pieces fit
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| 'Cause everything and everyone is old
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| (Hey, hey, hey!)
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| Everyone is so compromised
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| That they will never be
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| (The chosen ones)
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| Everyone is so compromised
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| That they will never be
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| (The chosen ones)
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| Everyone is so compromised (ah, ah)
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| That they will never be
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| (The chosen ones)
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| Everyone is so compromised (ah, ah)
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| That they will never be
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| (The chosen ones)
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| You all feel like you’ve been put down? |
| (ah, ah)
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| You’ve all been fucking compromised!
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| You’ve all been sold! |
| (the chosen ones) Your soul is ruined!
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| How does it feel to be numbered (ah, ah)
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| And to be one in a million?
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| Just another statistic in failure! |
| (The chosen ones)
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| Once again, you are compromised, enslaved, mindless! |
| (ah, ah)
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| Cut off from something else, someone else! |
| (the chosen ones) (ah, ah)
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| Living off somebody else’s dream, somebody else’s hard work (The chosen ones)
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| You are the compromised!
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| (ah, ah) How does it feel?
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| How does it feel to be numbered as a… |