| Shaking, sweating, bending, I’m breaking
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| Your habits, they die so hard
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| Good morning, good evening
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| It’s dark all the time are you still believing in me
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| Please believe me
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| I can so drive this home
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| I feel this in my bones
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| In my arms and legs
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| I bet I can drive you home
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| Fight them off, the ladies in white
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| Go away, this better end tonight
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| This is blinding, bright white lighting
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| Please let me go home if it still exist
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| If it can be found I’ll start making my list
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| Of things to change
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| Hell I could rearrange
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| The words I already said
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| Before I was dead
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| To the world, to your god
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| To the needs in my head
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| I can so drive this home
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| I feel it in my bones
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| In my arms and legs
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| In the middle of my chest
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| I bet I can drive you home
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| I’m sorry dear son of mine
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| This is how it ends and it’s not quite right
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| Or fair to you, I still loved you |