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1. |
| 5:23 | ||||
Do you know what's worth fighting for
When it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away And you feel yourself suffocating? Does the pain weigh out the pride And you look for a place to hide? Did someone break your heart inside? You're in ruins One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I When you're at the end of the road And you've lost all sense of control And your thoughts have taken their toll When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul Your faith walks on broken glass And the hangover doesn’t pass Nothing's ever built to last You’re in ruins One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I Did you try to live on your own When you burned down the house and home? Did you stand too close to the fire? Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone When it's time to live and let die And you can't get another try Something inside this heart has died You're in ruins One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I |
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2. |
| 2:06 | ||||
He hit the ground running at the speed of light
His star is brightly shining like a neon light It's your favorite son It's your favorite son A fixture on the talk shows to the silver screen From here to Colorado, he's a sex machine It's your favorite son It's your favorite son But isn't it a drag, isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? It's pretty but it's sad Isn't it a drag? A clean-cut all-American really ain't so clean His royal auditorium is a murder scene It's your favorite son It's your favorite son Oh, isn't it a drag, isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? It's pretty but it's sad Oh, isn't it a drag? Well, no one says it's fair Turn a teenage lush to a millionaire Now where's your fucking champion, on a bed you laid? He's not the all-American that you thought you'd be It's your favorite son It's your favorite son, but isn't it a drag? |