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It's all small town hucksters and big city thieves trying with all they can to take the rug from under our feet. |
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Broken down and beaten down, another day will surely rise. |
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What's the point in getting up? |
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We begin to finally realize with nothing left to hold onto we're left grasping at straws. |
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We're looking for someone to love us in spite of our flaws, so our hope hangs on a con man the kind that will steal our souls, promise them to the gods above and those down below. |
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So they conceptualize heaven in our eyes, we can see it there floating in the air, blind with faith and hearts devoted. |
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We can finally see the light smiling through another week, shining in the darkness night but then the doubt comes creeping in. |
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Maybe they are also wrong, in the foundation comes a crack no longer our belief so strong this isn't really news to us, we've known it all along. |
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For lack of any option better we'll continue to sing the song. |
