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You wrestle yourself to the ground |
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You springboard and kick yourself in the mouth |
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Cause all of that drama, that embarrassed charade |
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Couldn't stop you or settle you down |
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So you got back with your black hole |
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And you don't care who's out there or who knows |
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Cause you're spent and you're sad |
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So you've bronzed it, it's your badge |
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Now you've fixed it to all your clothes |
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Every t-shirt and overcoat |
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So it's with you through hot or cold |
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But I would tear it from the cloth |
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Yeah, I would tear it from the cloth |
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Grow up and knock it off |
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Cause there's a world awake outside |
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With injustice and with music and with July, July |
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With history's arc, |
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With your family, |
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With art. |
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But it don't mean nothing |
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Not to you, not tonight |
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Cause you can't see past the length of your nose |
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The biggest problems, you're sure are your own |
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That girl you cut loose |
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Those two friends that cursed you |
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And all that powder that you can't leave alone |
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And you say, you know, you know, you know |
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But I know that you don't, you don't, you don't |
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Cause if you did, you'd really try |
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If you did, you'd really try to let all that die |
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So marry yourself to your work |
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And crowd your confusion with words |
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Then round out your life with some boy you might like |
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While you bury your love in the dirt |
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Cause it's endless, the ditch you can dig |
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You're stubborn, and you're prideful, and you're all over it |
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So I suggest you make sense of the time you've got left |
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So you don't end up back where you've been |
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And you say you won't, you won't, you won't |
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And I hope that you don't, you don't, you don't |
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But if you mean it, then stand up and fight |
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If you mean it, then stand up and fight |
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I mean, it's only your life |
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I mean, it's only your life |
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To fix or ruin |
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To figure what to do with |
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It's only your life |
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To fix or ruin |
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Cause no one else is going to do it |
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Cause it's only your life |
