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I shook my fist at my father's rage |
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I cursed my mother's sadess |
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Whatever home |
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I tried to call my own |
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Washed in to that river of madmness |
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The raging surge the stagnant mire |
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Taste of bread embittered |
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Disconnected highway lines |
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Where souls like ours lay livid |
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Passing through |
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I'm passing through |
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I might be gone tomorrow |
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Wild and worn |
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I'm hanging on |
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To another day borrowed |
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It's another day borrowed |
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Money never bought me peace |
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The aftertaste of lust is bitter |
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Diamonds that shine in a stolen sky |
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Come circling down like glitter |
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Midnight water dark and high |
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It's pressing on the levee |
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Snakes are bound for higher ground |
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Me I'm almost ready |
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Passing through |
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I'm passing through |
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I might be gone tomorrow |
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Wild and worn |
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I'm hanging on |
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To another day borrowed |
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It's another day borrowed |
