I'm weak like a one-armed boxer
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Throwing punch after punch
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After punch I, I give in
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I'm so dumb, I'm surprised
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When they duck
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A scared pair of walking soldiers
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We're all wounded anyway
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In our respective ways
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Scientists they couldn't fix me
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I'm so tired of getting out of bed
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But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
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When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?
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You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman
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Telling lie after lie
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After lie, but where's the line?
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You burn bridges, you're breaking down dams
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Scientists they couldn't fix me
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I'm so tired of getting out of bed
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But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
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When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?
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Let's take this train for one last stop, I know
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It's not the end, but it can't be that far
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Scientists they couldn't fix me
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I'm so tired of getting out of bed
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But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
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When our time is up, then our time is up
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Scientists they couldn't fix me
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I'm so tired of getting out of bed
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Who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
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When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?
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The Walking Wounded
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| Bayside |
