| I’m not above forgiveness
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| But I can tell this ain’t working out
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| And if lies were lead
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| You’d be gasping for air and violently drowning
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| This battlefield is stained with blood
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| And you look more desperate
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| It’s over
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| Time’s wasted, are we here again
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| It’s over
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| How could you believe that we’re the same
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| It’s over
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| Sorry if I bother you
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| But I want you to know
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| I give my replies in stereo
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| I was laying on the ground
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| I was looking up
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| I was walking on the edge without breaking down
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| But I’m loving the life I live
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| And if there’s a chance this ain’t working out
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| I may be dumb enough not to hear the sound
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| Of broken dreams
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| I’ll make my stand at my very own Gettysburg
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| This battlefield is stained with blood
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| You look more desperate
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| Throw your life away
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| It’s not like you deserve it
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| Give yourself another day
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| Don’t act like you have earned it
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| Go on and try to live that life
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| It gives me a chance to write a lullaby
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| Hope it helps you sleep at night
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| I was laying on the ground
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| I was looking up
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| I was walking on the edge without breaking down
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| But I’m loving the life I live
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| And if there’s a chance this ain’t working out
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| I may be dumb enough not to hear the sound
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| Of broken dreams
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| I’ll make my stand at my very own Gettysburg
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| I was laying on the ground
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| I was looking up
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| I was walking on the edge without breaking down
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| But I’m loving the life I live
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| And if there’s a chance this ain’t working out
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| I may be dumb enough not to hear the sound
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| Of broken dreams
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| I’ll make my stand at my very own Gettysburg
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| And in the end this battlefield is stained with blood
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| At my very own Gettysburg
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| And in the end this battlefield is stained with blood
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| At my very own Gettysburg
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| And in the end this battlefield is stained with blood
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| At my very own Gettysburg
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| This battlefield is stained with blood |