| Yeah, I get it you’re an outcast
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| Always under attack
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| Always coming in last
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| Bringing up the past
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| No one owes you anything
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| I think, you need a shotgun blast
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| A kick in the ass
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| So paranoid, watch your back
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| Oh my, here we go
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| Another loose cannon gone bipolar
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| Slipped down, couldn’t get much lower
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| Quicksand’s got no sense of humor
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| I’m still laughing like hell
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| You think that by crying to me
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| Looking so sorry that I’m gonna believe
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| You’ve been infected by a social disease
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| Well, then take your medicine
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| I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
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| Somehow I’m still here, to explain
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| That the darkest hour never comes in the night
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| You can sleep with a gun, but when you gonna wake up and fight
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| For yourself
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| I’m so sick of this tombstone mentality
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| If there’s an afterlife, then it’ll set you free
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| But I’m not, gonna part the seas
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| You’re a self-fulfilling prophecy
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| You think, that by crying to me
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| Looking so sorry that I’m gonna believe
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| You’ve been infected, by a social disease
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| Well, then take your medicine
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| I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
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| Somehow I’m still here, to explain
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| That the darkest hour never comes in the night
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| You can sleep with a gun, but when you gonna wake up and fight
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| For yourself
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| Well I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
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| Somehow I’m still here, to explain
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| That the darkest hour never comes in the night
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| You can sleep with a gun, but when you gonna wake up… when you gonna wake up,
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| and fight
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| I created the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
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| Somehow I’m still here, to explain
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| That the darkest hour never comes in the night
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| You can sleep with a gun, but when you gonna wake up and fight
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| For yourself
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| But when you gonna wake up and fight
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| For yourself
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| But when you gonna wake up and fight
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| For yourself
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| When you gonna wake up and fight
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| For yourself |