from the songs album Flesh Wounds
You?ll always be a born
Worn out loser
Still blaming all of us
For your bad choosing
No I can?t watch the same mistake
Waiting for the boys to turn out straight
No I can?t run the same dog race
And get burnt like you
You?re swollen in the gut
From all those last nights
Still swinging vodka punches
That don?t land right
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