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get out of bed |
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put on some clothes |
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and find your shoes |
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at least theres nothing more |
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ou could really lose, now is there? |
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drink a cup |
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had enough |
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the sky don't shine on me anymore |
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since i been staring here at this floor for too many days |
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lost my way |
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god on this train is runnin away |
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its carried me this far, but now i can't stay |
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now, ohhhh-ohhhh |
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pretty bad magic |
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pretty tragic |
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on a runaway train |
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and i'm not going insane |
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things just don't stay the same, and i must find a new way |
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make the best |
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of death |
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and love what's left |
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you're not just a timebomb |
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just cause you went off don't mean you're scattered everywhere |
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it's still there, in the palms of your hands |
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just give it one more chance |
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don't wait to understand |
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just find a new way |
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pretty bad magic |
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pretty tragic |
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on a runaway train |
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and i'm not going insane |
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things just don't stay the same, and i must find a new way |
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one more day |
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my soul can give |
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it'll work out for me |
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when i need the man makes the blind see |
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through me |
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see through me |
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see through me |
