collect your bones.
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man did you hear the news.
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the boy's back in town and he reeks of the blues
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warm welcome home
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to the better truth.
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so someone spiked the drinks with bad blood tonight
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the venom takes control.
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i'm kicking down the door.
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so fuck the invite.
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spare me the small-talk.
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every second the price on my head grows.
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i'm dodging bullets
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from a gunman who everybody knows.
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i can hear you calling out.
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but it's a waste of your time.
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and i just can't bring myself
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to slap a mouth that never shouts.
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so raise your glasses one more time.
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may the best man overdose on pride.
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i could destroy you,
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but not in these shoes.
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you lack the stones to be more than a metaphor.
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i saw this coming
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slow as an avalanche.
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here's advice for you
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next time make sure you put at least two bullets in the head.
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so make this your last mistake
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this is not a cheap shot
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it cost an arm and a leg.
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so please give me something to shake
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something to lean on
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something to shatter or break.
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i can hear you calling out.
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but it's a waste of your time.
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and i just can't bring myself
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to slap a mouth that never shouts.
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i hope that you were calling out.
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but it's a waste of your time.
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may the best man overdose on pride.
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so go again and say the
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next time there will be no next time.
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next time there will be no...
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next time there will no next time.
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next time there will be no...
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| The Bled |
