| I’ve got the scars that I’m hiding
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| From times that I should have died
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| And I drink to remember them all
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| But it’s the ones I’ve inflicted
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| That keep me addicted
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| And keep you admitted this fall
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| So don’t expect this to let up
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| Now get set up for the set up
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| Just put up or shut up
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| Or don’t call
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| Sister, everything is softer
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| Somethings should stay safely stashed away
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| Yeah, brother
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| You better bring your baseball bat or better
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| Because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet
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| So Just once, lets do something different
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| Yeah, if it’s not too much
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| Just once, lets do something different
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| Yeah if it’s not too much
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| Conflicting turn signals — we’re dead
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| A bold bright beacon blinking red
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| The answer that’s been written since day one
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| The ride ruined in the recoil
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| Tipped and entrenched in the topsoil
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| An impulse still searching for the gun
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| Faster feet flat to the floormat
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| A tank topped up with the top back
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| Brake lights blotted out by the sun
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| Sister, everything is softer
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| Somethings should stay safely stashed away
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| Yeah, brother
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| You better bring your baseball bat or better
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| Because broken bones and black eyes are a safe bet
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| So Just once, lets do something different
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| Yeah, if it’s not too much
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| Just once, lets do something different
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| Yeah if its not too much
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| I’ve suffered through my potential
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| And didn’t come back
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| With anything substantial
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| I’m sorry but I need saving
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| This horror, the perfect ending
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| So Just once, lets do something different
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| Yeah, if it’s not too much
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| Just once, lets do something different
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| Yeah if its not too much |