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Are you counting those things again |
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In hope that they get you in |
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Pretending the wind is a breeze |
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And letting your body freeze |
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And if you ask yourself you could stop these wayward pleas |
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So get up off of your knees |
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No matter what your father said or the books you read |
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Maybe you should save yourself instead |
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We jumped at the count of nine |
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But you still needed more time |
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You jumped at the count of eighteen |
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And let out a joyful scream |
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And said now I can see |
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But now you're just playing dead |
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As you pray to be led |
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But maybe you should save yourself instead |
