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Taking my mind away off things that makes me blind |
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Now I can't even sleep when |
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I'm drunk |
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But I'm feeling just fine, you see to me its not so bad dreaming away back home |
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But I wonder why you keep picking from the foodbox seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much |
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Blinded by fake you rush right into the failure trap |
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Bitter blood reveals |
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You keep kissing the strings of hope |
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You pray to keep them warm |
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But somehow you always wake up cold |
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I know its hard to break away from here |
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But you've got to lean on dreams to make them real |
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Money ain't all that counts when the day is done |
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Harmony is not something you buy |
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But keep on raping yourself you fake |
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You ain't got the guts to change |
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Poison yourself cos you're scared to loose, what! |
