| Bloody my fists
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| Against the same wall
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| Hoping for a different dent
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| Over and over again
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| My floor boards
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| Clawing in the dark for a switch
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| Indian summer upon us
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| Tried to see but thick was the haze
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| How can I ever get one leg up
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| When I was born with my two feet in the grave
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| When I was young
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| The preacher told me
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| I’d be found out by my sins
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| Bloody my fists
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| Against the same wall
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| Hoping for a different dent
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| Over and over again
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| Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
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| Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
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| Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
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| Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
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| Keep searching, keep searching
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| Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
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| Keep searching, keep searching
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| Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
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| Keep searching, keep searching
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| Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
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| Keep searching, keep searching
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| Searching for daylight
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| We’re always searching for daylight (daylight)
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| Will we ever find what we’re looking for |