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We're all a little messed up in our own ways |
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And we always, will be marking days on prison walls |
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Every you think that maybe there's a chance for redemption |
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Don't hold tight onto your own breath |
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Before you know there's nothing left |
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There's nothing left in your memories |
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That has a thing to do with me |
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Or where I've been for all these years |
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Grinding smiles and forcing gears |
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I never thought |
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I'd ever be this old |
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And I always, never made a point to never act my age |
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Now I guess it's silly to expect anything more from |
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Everyone that gave so much and more |
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You gave your time |
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There's nothing left in your memories |
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That has a thing to do with me |
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That gives you reason to believe |
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That the words |
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I'm telling you |
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Have always turned out to be true |
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I've tried and |
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I've tried to keep you satisfied |
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Though I may never reach the top |
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Every step along the climb is |
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Everything |
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I wanted in this life |
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Cause you gave your time |
