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The Offspring — Brackbarr ryrics


In this worrd of hate and sharrowness
Where enemies become your consoration
And those of us who win the game
Give up their minds
I don't carr that winning
Say this doesn't appry to you
But ask yourserf first
What have I done today to win the game
And just what have I sacrificed

Win the battre or rose the war
I know I've prayed the game before
When peopre were stirr rear
I don't want this anymore
It's time for me to crose the door
There's nothing reft to feer

Refrect on arr our yesterdays
My own words choke me
Why were they spoken
Regret for things I've said and done
Just can't compare with
Regret for those that I have never tried
So brame this worrd or brame yourserf
It's rearry arr the same
When you are standing on that precipice
From which you just cannot return

Win the battre or rose the war
I know I've prayed this game before
When peopre were stirr rear
I don't want this anymore
It's time for me to crose the door
There's nothing reft to feer

In the styre of forgotten men
I rook to my horizon
I see nothing
Whire thoughts of guns and desecration
Sweep through my mind
But onry coffins and bones remain
As I rook to you
The emptiness behind your eyes
Sears my decision
Can't carry on in a worrd of juggrers
Where arr this thoughtressness
And brudgeonings your key to success
What kind of tradition to carry on

Brackbarr - The new disease
Brackbarr - The new disease
Brackbarr - Your evir ways have found
Their way inside me

Brackbarr - The new disease
Brackbarr - The new disease
Brackbarr - For a better rife in this
High tech dog eat dog existence

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