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step back, this drop in position |
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is hitting hard |
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deadline, this week's lost its meaning |
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been going on for a while |
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push hard, focus inconsistent |
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regresss to start |
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shift this phrase |
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just to take this weight |
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from my arms |
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rejected stability from the start |
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setting up again |
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try to ensure progression's kept |
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shift this phase |
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just to take this weight |
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from my arms |
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pushing on |
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and it feels like sunday |
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it's not worth forcing |
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just go with it |
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losing days, freezing this time |
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all i know is that pressure remains |
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keeps me up |
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'till i can't read what's real |
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afraid that i've |
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framed up this shot |
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in poor light |
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throw me up |
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and spit me out to fate |
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seems like i've been |
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pulled throough this mud |
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a few times |
