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Well, you know where you are and you know where you've been |
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But, oh, my brother, you're lost like me |
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And I'd offer a hand |
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But you know that you can't cut any corners when you're going in circles |
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When you're going... |
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So you look to the sky and start trusting your feet |
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To find the right path, and now you're not like me |
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I was never the type to put my trust into my luck |
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It's gone, if it was there to begin with |
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Either way, there's a hole we're digging right beneath our feet |
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We might say that we know what we're doing |
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But who are we kidding? |
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Now you're home, got dirt on your hands |
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And, oh, my brother, you're broke like me |
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Got lost in the woods, got caught up in scams |
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Got nothing but headaches from all your plans |
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But I got no answers, and neither did you |
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Got a rock for a heart now, and you hold a grudge or two |
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But as soon as you can, just let it all go |
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Take a word from someone who knows |
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So let's have a drink and take shots at the moon |
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We can tear the sky down, burn the scenery too |
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We got nothing to lose |
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So let's pick a fight and cut our knuckles on whatever's around now |
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Let's toss out these dreams and watch them all fall |
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We don't need them anymore |
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Now we know where we stand |
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Now we know where we stand |
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Now we know where we stand, so we know where we'll likely sink, too |
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Either way, there's a hole we're filling right beneath our feet |
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We might say that we know what we're doing |
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But who are we kidding? |
