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[Verse 1: Male] Countin’ the hours, the grind wears me thin, Friday’s coming fast, let the chaos begin. Waitin’ for that paper, the paycheck lands— Crack it open quick with a burning demand. [Verse 1: Female] Whiskey’s calling loud, roses in my hand, Drownin’ all the echoes that I don’t understand. Spinnin’ tales in shadows, fire in my chest, Pay for the sorrow, lay my demons to rest. [Pre-Chorus: Male & Female Harmonize] Broken promises, shattered dreams, Life’s a battlefield beneath these beams. But we’ll rise like thunder, stand and fight, In the darkest hour, we own the night. [Chorus: Both] Spent it all on whiskey, roses, and regret, Burning through the night, no time to forget. Raise your glass, this is our war cry set, From ashes we rise, no chains we’ll let. [Verse 2: Male] Every drop of poison, a story unfolds, Ink-stained memories worth more than gold. Raspy breath whispers, scars we don’t show— In the fire’s glow, we’ll never let go. [Verse 2: Female] Roses bleed with crimson, thorns deep inside, Fighting off the silence we try to hide. Whiskey burns like courage, fierce and alive, In this dance of chaos, we thrive and survive. [Pre-Chorus: Male & Female Harmonize] Broken promises, shattered dreams, Life’s a battlefield beneath these beams. But we’ll rise like thunder, stand and fight, In the darkest hour, we own the night. [Chorus: Both] Spent it all on whiskey, roses, and regret, Burning through the night, no time to forget. Raise your glass, this is our war cry set, From ashes we rise, no chains we’ll let. [Bridge: Female] Screaming through the silence, untamed and wild, Lost but never broken, the rebel child. [Bridge: Male] Echoes of tomorrow, a blazing spark, We claim the night, ignite the dark. [Chorus: Both] Spent it all on whiskey, roses, and regret, Burning through the night, no time to forget. Raise your glass, this is our war cry set, From ashes we rise, no chains we’ll let. [Outro: Both Harmonize] Whiskey, roses, and regret— Triumph born in fire’s sweat. No chains, no debts... We rise. We’re not done yet.

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