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It isn't the clothes you don't ware |
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Or how they chopped off all your hair |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees |
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How hard you work, how much blood you bleed |
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There isn't a lock, I can't find the key |
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One time you're old you missed me |
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On this warm little body |
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Leave the bed be |
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I'm strung out like a junky |
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With nothing left to lose |
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Somebody's moments |
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Someone else's dream |
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How can anyone know |
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A line cuts you down |
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And it lays you low |
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How it fills you up |
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And let's you grow |
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The lungs exploding |
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Missals floating |
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Radar all over you face |
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Bottles break at your feet |
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Softly like eggs |
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Out of the batter and into the pain |
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I don't think I can take this |
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Like a man |
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So good to have you |
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So lost to lose you |
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So bad to be you |
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Don't let me leave you |