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I'm tired of life |
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I'm out of fuel |
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And the way these things are going |
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Makes me wonder if I'll make it through |
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I'm torn apart |
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I'm out of tune |
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These strings the only friend |
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I have to take a little edge |
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Off these blues |
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From way up here |
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I guess it would be easy |
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To take things too far |
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Brown eyes looking up at broken daddy |
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Make it all too much |
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I guess I guess |
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We all have different stories |
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But at least we have a story |
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Oh yea |
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I guess |
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We can hold it all together |
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It gets better it gets better |
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Oh yea |
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A broken bird |
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With broken wings |
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They lied about freedom |
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In those magazines |
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There's no easy way to tell you |
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You're gonna have to face it alone |
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From way up here |
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I guess it would be easy |
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To take things too far |
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Brown eyes looking up at broken daddy |
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Make it all too much |
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I guess I guess |
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We all have different stories |
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But at least we have a story |
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Oh yea |
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I guess |
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We can hold it all together |
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Don't cry now |
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I'll be alright |
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It's ok |
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I'll soon be out of the dark |
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On my way |
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It's not the first time |
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And it won't be the last time |
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I guess I guess |
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we don't all end in glory |
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But at least we have a story |
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Oh yea |
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I guess |
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We can hold it all together |
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It gets better it gets better |
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Oh yea |
