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Time feels like I've been back in jail
Like I was doin' time or even killed
Spend all night on 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 and no winning
One time could be the only time
Should we decide to end the misery
Time heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more than misery
I wear the mask of the embattled son
Trying 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 and no winning
One time could be the only time
Should we decide to end the misery
Break the chains of featherweights and giants
With disdain for everlasting liars
They'll refrain when we spit out the fire
And start living, living, living my friend
*guitar solo*
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the only time
Should we decide to end the misery
This fight could be the last fight
No giving and no winning
One time could be the only time
Should we decide to end the misery
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