The Bastards, The Vultures, The Wolves - The Wonder Years
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I'm angry like I'm 18 again
And walls are closing in
But the bastards, and the vultures,
All want pieces of what's left
We built this out of sweat and spit
With our hearts in place of brick
But I'll burn it to the ground
Before you get your hands on it
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So bury me at sea
pretend it's all a bad
Let me get some sleep
deal with it in the
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I'm waking up to gospel radio
From sleeping with my clothes on
I ended up as food for wolves
For trying to take the world on
I'm wondering where you would be without me
Where you would be without me
Where you would be without me
Where you would be
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I know I was an angry kid
But I scraped and scratched for this
Now I'm stuck holding a bomb
With a fuse that's still lit
They'll never let me rest again
And yeah I came out swingi