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There's a whole lot of nothing going on inside my head
Feels like my brain is fried, feels like my soul is dead
I've been working like a dog, pulling way too big a sled
But these wheels keep on humming underneath my bed
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Damn you, Devil, endless road and loneliness

You always knock me down and I always get back up again
.
So, beat me down
Beat me down
Come on, come on
Beat me down
.
Well, my momma has a nice way of telling me I look like hell
I guess it's from the alcohol, I guess I might as well
Just pour me another glass, 'cause it always seems to help
Say a prayer for me, momma, say another for yourself
.
Damn you, Devil, endless road and loneliness

You always knock me down and I always get back up again
.
So, beat me down
Beat me down
Come on, come on
Beat me down
.
Beat me down
Beat me down
Come on, come on
Beat me down
.
So, beat me down
Beat me down
Come on, come on
Beat me down
.
Beat me down
Beat me down
Come on, come on
Beat me down
.
Beat me down
Beat me down
Come on, come on
Beat me down
.
Beat me down
Beat me down
Come on, come on
.
Damn you, Devil, endless road and loneliness
You always knock me down and I always get back up again
So, beat me down
.
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