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We been mossin and borrow so young |
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All the days and nights |
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We been washing and then breaking our bones |
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And you know that's right |
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We been moving on our own now too |
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Just to make it all time |
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You can live or sing it out so |
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We can make it if we try |
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We been looking in the burning sun' |
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Til the day it is off |
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When we making our way back home |
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It's no time to clear floor |
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And the mislead it will be off soon |
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Cannot take anymore |
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Pressure it for a moment of speed |
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Give 'em back out the window |
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In the morning of the boring day |
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I think that with no way |
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No beginning or no end these days |
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Woken up it doesn't say |
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Days they turn into months then years |
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Pass the blunt, pass it by |
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You can live or sing it out so |
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We can make it if we try |
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All the work that you do |
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All the money you make |
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Still it seems like it's hard to get by |
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While you're pushing and shoving |
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It's something for nothing |
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At least that's what you willin' to try |
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I know it's never easy |
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To wake up in the morning time |
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And living isn't easy |
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When your life's on the line |
