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    I was born and bred in trouble
    Became addicted to the struggle
    Can't lay the blame on no one else
    I'm a danger to myself
    There's contention within my soul
    Incarcerated, no parole
    Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
    I hope my last breath is a sigh of relief

    I gotta cut 'n run
    Before I hurt someone
    I'm a son of a gun
    I gotta cut 'n run

    Feels like I'm going straight to hell
    Somebody's poisoned the wishing well
    Nobody ever got ready by waiting
    So who died and made you Satan?
    I think I've overstayed my welcome
    There's no such thing as a happy ending
    Everything burns, baby, that's a fact
    If I get out of this I won't be back

    I gotta cut 'n run
    Before I hurt someone
    Staring down the barrel of a gun
    I gotta cut 'n run

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    Just when you think all hope is gone
    You're right back where you started from
    There's something 'bout living on the edge
    That keeps us all hanging on

    I gotta cut 'n run
    Before I hurt someone
    I'm a son of a gun
    I gotta cut 'n run

    I was born and bred in trouble
    Became addicted to the struggle
    Can't lay the blame on no one else
    I'm a danger to myself
    I've seen the dead walk among the living
    You can't survive on wishful thinking
    I wrote this song to let you know
    I ain't gonna live in your world no more

    I gotta cut 'n run
    Before I hurt someone
    Staring down the barrel of a gun
    I gotta cut 'n run

    I gotta cut 'n run
    I gotta cut 'n run
    I gotta cut 'n run
    I gotta cut 'n run

    I gotta cut 'n run
    I gotta cut 'n run
    I gotta cut 'n run
    Staring down the barrel of a gun

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