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Hit it one more time for our men in uniform
with a price upon their heads.
This is a war.
Sober (bottoms) up.
Call it what you want, the color changes up in the sun.
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.
Anymore...
All my X's live with hexes.
This is why I hang myself with jealousy upon a fencepost half mast.
Fashion: war between the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the guilty
and the teen.
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder... anymore.
Anymore...
I'd like to die like mice do.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
Buy it.
Load it.
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.
Anymore...
Yeah, I'd like to die like fucking mice do.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
Fashion! Fashion!
Buy it.
Load it.
Shoot it!
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