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Don't know if I believe in God but sometimes I pray |
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Cause the way I was raised keeps me afraid |
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A scientist who has to have his way |
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I subsist on a steady diet of shame |
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I hope I can forgive me |
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For having the nerve to exist |
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I hope someone can help me |
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Make some sense of this |
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I work a 10 hour grave |
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From 9:00 to 7:00 |
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I can't fall asleep |
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Until 11 past 11:00 |
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There's no drug that I can take |
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That will keep me from being awake |
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Past my, past my |
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Bedtime |
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Truckers are the blood in the veins in the body of America |
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States are the arms and the legs and the brains and the eyes |
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There's a disease, spreading from organ to organ |
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And you are the white blood cell that fixes the problem |
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You don't know your own power |
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You don't know what you're worth |
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You don't recognize your valor |
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And until you do, nothing you do will matter |
