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4 Lock me in |
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Tied to work |
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Splitting rock |
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Cutting diamonds100 days |
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With no pay |
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Not anymore |
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Cause I'm caught |
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I can't type |
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I can't temp |
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I'm way past college |
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No ways out |
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No back doors |
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Not anymore |
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But then once a while |
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We'll play a show |
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Then it makes it worthwhile |
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Our sights set low |
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As Jerry squares off the set here we go |
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But... this boy is exausted |
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Eight hours long |
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A single song |
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Come to this |
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Triple guessing |
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Double down |
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A.V.P.'s faith is one single long |
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Cause I can't write |
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What I know |
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It's not worth writing |
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I can't tell |
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A hit from hell one sing-along |
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But then Greg plugs in |
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A treble checking that says we might win |
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Hell's Henry pearls |
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The woven strap wins the |
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Galloway girls |
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But...But then |
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Kev jumps in |
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And hits the floor as the stick hits the rim |
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I guess we're done |
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Cause every win on this record's hard won |
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But... |