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I just drowned, |
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Finding myself to the middle, |
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Never mind the common sense, |
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The taste's about to take, |
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When it's under crumbling walls, |
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Who says it's better? |
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Or receive the golden letter, |
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That explains the way to live, the way to go, |
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Keeps you from bouncing off the walls, |
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I'm looking for something, do you know, |
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Where I could find it, now? |
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I'm looking for something do you know, |
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Where I could find it? |
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Mercy, |
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In the midst of controversy, |
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And fuel within, |
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Between the shots we take to save, |
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Our face when we're alone, |
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Everyone, has their hands over their hearts, |
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Giving all the best advice, |
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It's no quick fight, |
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Everyone's tucking in for a long night, |
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Covering the bloodshot eyes, |
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It's no quick fight, |
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Flowing, |
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And the day's a contradiction, |
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I'm standing still upon a weight to move, |
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Across a world that's been in shades, |
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Everyone, has their hands over their hearts, |
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Giving all the best advice, |
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It's no quick fight, |
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Everyone's tucking in for a long night, |
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Covering the bloodshot eyes, |
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It's no quick fight for any of us, |
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Everyone, has their hands over their hearts, |
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Giving all the best advice, |
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It's no quick fight, |
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Everyone's tucking in for a long night, |
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Covering the bloodshot eyes, |
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It's no quick fight. |
