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I just hear the same old thing Beg to try and just bring me back To the place I couldn't keep I'm an asshole Storm the castle Burn the bridges Down to the ground Take no prisoners We're just visitors We don't care about anything That's the way these modern dukes were It's every man here for himself Every time that I turn around I just hear the same old crap Trucks are trying to grease my wheels So that they can get laid back |
