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32 lines
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Kid, don't lose your cool
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It's still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom
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It's hard to believe
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But I can see how there could be so little left to lose
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(Cracking open skulls like cans of beans
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On Christmas Eve)
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Mama's not okay
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She lights a candle for ev'ry day that you're away
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Today could be the one she burns the motherfucker down
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Her final act of grace
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In a pointless, endless race
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Kid, you're under fire
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Your life is coming down to the wire
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Maybe you'll take the Captain's hand
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Carry his ship through burning sands
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Cradle your rifle like a man
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Mama says "No way," she's lost it all
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You've got to stay to make her pay
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She knows the fiend upon the throne's
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A goddamn sucker for the stone
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Until the day he dies alone
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Succumb
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___________
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Name Wires
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Artist Red Fang
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Album Murder the Mountains
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