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Fingers exposed to the bone, |
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Noses pressed into the grindstone, |
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My neck is stiff from this weight I carry, |
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Blistered feet, |
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Red raw toes, |
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This constant state is never, never, never enough for you |
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And I'm sick and tired of this, |
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Cracking vertebra and slipping disks, |
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Morale less each unit shifts. |
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Well, is this mine or is this someone else's dream? |
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You seem to misconstrue exactly what I mean to say, |
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And it doesn't seem like this shit is working anymore, |
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Cause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am, |
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In the back of a moving van, |
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And I'm afraid, |
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Things will never be the same. |
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Here it goes again, |
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Another town to make it right, |
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Tell them what they want to hear, |
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Do the same thing every year. |
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Well, is this mine or is this someone else's dream? |
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You seem to misconstrue exactly what I mean to say, |
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And it doesn't seem like this shit is working anymore, |
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Cause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am, |
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In the back of a moving van, |
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And I'm afraid, |
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Things will never be the same. |
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(Here it goes again) [x4] |
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Cause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am, |
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In the back of a moving van, |
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And I'm afraid, |
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Things will never be the same. |
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I'm loosing everything I am, |
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And I'm afraid, |
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Things will never be the same. |
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Cause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am, |
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(Whoa, whoa) |
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In the back of a moving van, |
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And I'm afraid, (And I'm afraid) |
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Things will never be the same again. |
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It doesn't feel like this shit is worth is anymore. |
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(It doesn't feel like) |
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Be the same again. |
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It doesn't feel like this shit is worth it. |
