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I wasn't born this way |
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I've been living a lie they say |
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So when it brought me to my knees |
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Well, I had everything so tell me would you please |
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How could I possibly have needed so much more? |
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The thing I was craving then |
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Was some kind of laboring |
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So I might find a friend |
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In all the aching in my muscles as they hurt |
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Oh won't you put my hands to work |
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To ease my mind |
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And you realize in a moments grace |
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You've been unraveling the fabric of your coat |
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And you pick a line down the wall and trace |
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Until the end |
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And when you walk back sorry |
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With a folding body |
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Like you should |
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No I am not |
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Gonna die this way. |
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Maybe it was the mold you see |
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That was knocking the wall in me |
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And I forgot just what it was |
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That I had needed for all the time I'd been given |
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Maybe I'd forgot what living was now for |
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And you realize in a moments grace |
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You might just already be on to something good |
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And you pick a line down a cord and trace |
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Because you can |
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And when it comes back heavy |
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You'll be more than ready |
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Like you should |
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Cause I am not |
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Gonna die this way |
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Through a crack in the road it sprung |
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The seedling warm and young |
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Stretching out for the sun |
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It's August and I'm grinnin' |
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For this time I might be winnin' |
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As the moving lights that time of year lay still |
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And as my body changes a pace I seem to know again |
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That I am not gonna die this way |
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And I'll hold my misses |
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In a bed of kisses |
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Like I should |
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Cause I am not |
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Gonna die this way |
