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I was dying for some satisfaction, |
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Thinking to myself one day, |
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That every act has some reaction, |
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And every day's a different race, |
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Sometimes i can't get up passed the brink, |
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Of what they say to me, |
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Well another day, another asshole |
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Don't drag me down, |
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The beaten path of least resistance, |
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Don't count me out (don't count me out!) |
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I was dwelling on my last disaster, |
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How nothing ever comes for free, |
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But it's keeping me from sinking faster |
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Puts the ground beneath my feet, |
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Sometimes i can't get up passed the brink, |
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Of what they say to me, |
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Well another day, another asshole! |
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Don't drag me down, |
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The beaten path of least resistance, |
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Don't count me out (don't count me out!) |
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Don't drag me down, |
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The war i wage within myself, |
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Don't count me out |
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(don't! count! me out!) |
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Write your book and let it out! |
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Just let the words speak for themselves |
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I don't ever wanna die! stay young and live forever! |
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(x2) |
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Don't drag me down, |
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The beaten path of least resistance, |
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Don't count me out (don't count me out!) |
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Don't drag me down, |
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The war i wage within myself, |
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Don't count me out |
