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A shot rings wide and the pressures rise

From a car or a gun a combustion heading somewhere for someone

You better get used to it it's a strange new world

You better get used to it or you're gonna get used

You hid that scorpion from birth on a necklace like a curse

Where the albatrosses rest, all full of poison on your chest, and drip by drip

You get used to it

You get used to it

You get used to it

You get used

To those voices putting shackles on your dreams

The blight creeps in and makes you scream

You want to love someone the way they want to be

You are convinced there is a path you do not see

I'm a simple man in a strange new land with a heart and soul but my rock don't roll up hill no more

When I get used to it

When I get used to it

When I get used to it I get used

By the voices putting shackles on my dreams

The caving in the coming clean

The painful loss of love you had for me's got me convinced there is a path I do not see

Go fight against the tortured feeling when it comes for you

Fight against the tortured feeling when it comes

Fight against the tortured feeling when it comes for you

Fight against the tortured feeling

When we get flayed when we get bruised

And we get played and we get used