| Take them out for a Sunday drive
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| Out in the woods they can’t survive
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| Put them in their little lies
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| It won’t be long before they die
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| Walking dead in Sunday clothes
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| Picking up dirt like no-one knows
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| Mindless garbage fills their heads
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| Hey, tomorrow you’ll wake up dead
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| Somebody hates you, you must know?
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| Getting the axe, as they saying goes
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| Doesn’t matter much, when you don’t look back
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| But your faith’s on the line and your boots are not tight
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| Smells like a death wagon, it’s hot here
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| It’s so easy when you just don’t care
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| Severed you soul, and the devil is mad
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| Piece it together before it all breaks
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| They say it’s really going to happen
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| I say it’s really going to happen
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| He, he you and me
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| Are you not he?
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| He you and me
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| They say it’s really going to happen
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| I say it’s really going to happen
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| Again, and again. |
| Just having a ball
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| It’s difficult when your at a loss
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| Bear in mind, it’s a birthday year
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| They’re double faced, they don’t know what’s true
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| It’s not easy to say goodbye
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| Tomorrow never comes and no-one knows why
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| Making waves, he never gets anywhere
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| You’re better off where you’re not dead everyday
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| They say it’s really going to happen
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| I say it’s really going to happen
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| They say it’s really going to happen
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| I say it’s really going to happen
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| He, he you and me
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| Are you not he?
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| He you and me
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| They say it’s really going to happen
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| I say it’s really going to happen
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| He, he you and me
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| Are you not he?
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| He you and me |