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Ain't no way around it lately I've had enough |
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I've had all I can take and I guess I can't take it that rough |
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I'm feelin stones in the soles of my big bad boots |
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I'm gettin caught with my hand in the jar |
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Damaged |
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All messed up and ugly |
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More of this could kill me |
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Life's become a habit don't even want to get it on |
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Guess it shouldn't matter but you know that it does |
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Every step that I take and every move that I make just ain't enough |
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I'm doin six where I know that it should be nine |
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Can't find a stitch that can save me some time |
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damaged |
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All messed up and ugly |
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Damaged |
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Jacked up it and sloppy more of this could kill me |
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damaged |
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Nothin left can thrill me life's because of habit |
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Don't even want to get it on |
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Damaged |
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can't mix oil with water dont ya know that I've tried |
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I beg borrow and steal I even tink it's for real when I lie |
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I'm doin time in the middle of these four walls |
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Stayin busy doin nothin at all |
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Damaged |
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All messed up and ugly |
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Damaged |
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Jacked up it and sloppy more of this could kill me |
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damaged |
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Nothin left can thrill me life's because of habit |
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Don't even want to get it on |
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Damaged |
