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They sink down deeper |
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While still dodging the creeper |
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Of the blue collar classic motif |
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Let it fall into the sea |
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With your perfect posture |
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Still a crooked spine |
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While the flume you protect starts to leak |
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Can't buy pride with good intentions |
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Whoa whoaI fee l like |
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I'm a saint |
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Whoa whoaBut |
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I'm treated like a ghost |
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You starve for attention |
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But you've been biting the bullet for years |
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You betrayed my trust |
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To learn my secrets |
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And manifest my fears |
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The cause and effect |
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For the simple minded |
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It's pulled you in |
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The ugliness whose pocket book you've loaded |
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Can't buy luck with no religion |
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Drifting through life without a trace |
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Heaven won't take me |
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But Hell can't wait |
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You can't break this spell |
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You can save me |
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You can't right my wrongs |
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You can't part the sea |
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Heaven wasn't built to hold me |
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Whoa whoaI feel like |
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I'm a saint |
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Whoa whoaBut |
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I'm living with a curse |
