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You pick me up in the morning light |
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With a heavy head and sallow eyes |
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A ball of flesh and heavy bone |
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Known better days are kinda sore |
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I used to dream of leaving here |
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Now I just sleep away the fear |
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But nothing much ever came from me |
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A sack of empty promises |
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And if all these selfish thoughts would please just stop |
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Sometimes do you wish you could watch it burn? |
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Your life you've built and the things you own |
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How I dreamt of her again last night |
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And how I could put the past to right |
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And if all these selfish thoughts would all just stop |
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And leave a little room for someone else |
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When all that it would help will fall behind |
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I used to dream of leaving here |
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But the roots that bind were mine to grow |