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I stepped up |
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Got a hold on my pride |
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I stepped up |
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Got a hold on my pride |
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I do |
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But without luck |
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And a chip on the side |
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But without luck |
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I could've never retired |
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For you |
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It's not just any other chore |
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I pushed and painted all this |
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It's not just any other brawl |
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Well, maybe I'm a little bit jealous |
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I've gone and made a hard mistake |
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I'm trying to put the pieces of puzzle together |
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By forcing them into the wrong place |
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A papercut's a perfect example |
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A tiny stab to sting like a stake |
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I wish these wings would take me to somewhere |
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So I can start a new life and name |
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I tripped up |
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Put it all in the spine |
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I fixed up |
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Got it all intertwined |
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Now you |
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But it's all luck |
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And it took half the time |
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And it's all luck |
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But I get so surprised |
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I do |
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It's not just any other chore |
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I pushed and painted all this |
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It's not just any other brawl |
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Well, maybe I'm a little bit jealous |
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I've gone and made a hard mistake |
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I'm trying to fit the pieces of puzzle together |
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By forcing them into the wrong place |
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A papercut's a perfect example |
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A tiny stab to sting like a stake |
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I wish these wings would take me to somewhere |
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So I can start a new life and name |
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Well, maybe I'm a little bit jealous |
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I've gone and made a hard mistake |
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I'm trying to fit the pieces of puzzle together |
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By forcing them into the wrong place |
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A papercut's a perfect example |
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A tiny stab to sting like a stake |
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I wish these wings would take me to somewhere |
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So I can start a new life and name |
