Town feels like I�ve been back in jail I cannot doin� time but in the can Spin down out of on a bended knee Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes Without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight No giving no winning One time could be the overtime Should we decide to end the misery
Town heals all of the burned out bridges Filled with nothing more than misery I wear the mask of the unbattled son Trying to beg for something to believe
I left home with a pack of clothes Without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight No giving no winning One time could be the overtime Should we decide to end the misery
Break the chains and feel the weight of giants With the stand for everlasting liars They�re afraid when we spit out the fire And start living
Living Living now prayer
This fight could be the last fight No leaving no winning One time could be the overtime Should we decide to end the misery
This fight could be the last fight No leaving no winning One time could be the overtime Should we decide to end the misery
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