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The downhill slope |
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I'm standing on is starting to hurt my feet |
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My neck gets stiff from staring up at the world |
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I'd show you all my self esteem |
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But I lost it somewhere down the road |
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Why is it everywhere |
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I standIs a foot shorter than the space next to me |
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I can't see the action due to the crowd |
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There is never a horizon in my view |
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Like walking through knee high water |
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My steps through life are slow and hard |
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And I never seem to get all the way to shore |
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The longer |
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I stand, the deeper |
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I sinkWhy is it everywhere |
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I standIs a foot shorter than the space next to me |
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I can't see the action due to the crowd |
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There is never a horizon in my view |
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I don't know if |
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I'm down in the dumps |
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But it sure smells like |
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Trash to me |
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I don't know if |
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I'm down in the dumps |
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But it sure smells like |
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Trash to me |
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Why is it everywhere |
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I standIs a foot shorter than the space next to me |
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I can't see the action due to the crowd |
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There is never a horizon in my view |
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I don't know if |
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I'm down in the dumps |
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But it sure smells like |
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Trash to me |
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I don't know if |
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I'm down in the dumps |
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But it sure smells like |
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Trash to me |
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I don't know if |
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I'm down in the dumps |
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But it sure smells like |
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Trash to me |
