| Just give me one, that’s fine
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| You’ll see what I become, tell 'em one last time (Give me one)
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| I put blood, sweat, tears and focus
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| I put time in these years unnoticed
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| All I need is just one and I’ll be okay
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| Look at where I’m coming from, but I’ll find my own way
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| Just give me somewhere to begin and the rest will come
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| I know that all I ever needed was one
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| Just give me one more song to tell the world that I’m ready make my entrance
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| Make amends to serve these days in a sentence of labored penance
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| For the wasted days I’ve spent placed on vacant bench
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| On the road to fate and redemption but couldn’t fake independence
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| I paid a debt of attention with two cents and the change that I mentioned
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| But never made expenses I left unpaid
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| I was settling, used, confused nerves and adrenaline purpose and meddling
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| But the difference surfaced while peddling
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| Up a hill that I rather be coasting down
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| While the rest of them go around it I found that it’s sweeter knowing these
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| grounds
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| That I’m holding, I’ve trekked alone that I’ve earned it |
| That I deserve what I have that I never road someone’s back when my soul was
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| hurting
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| It’s that that molds the person I’ve become
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| The reason that I could never hold these verses on my tongue
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| If you’re waiting for the day I say my work in this is done
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| You can hold your breath until it’s bursting out your lungs
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| Just give me one more verse, 16 bars to explain the story
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| From pain to the glory days in the name of who came before me
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| Carry on the tradition, live for the sake of poorly
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| Executed visions, pleading my case til I face the jury
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| And if at the end the judge is screaming guilty
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| I’ll still be fine, I’ll do the time for it knowing the people feel me
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| No appeal and no excuses. |
| innocence is subjective and allusive
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| Know my place please don’t correct me if I lose it
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| Cause it’s never set it stone.
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| 'Til the metronome stops
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| When that last letters written and my beds a chrome box
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| (no) it’s not over til the record goes quiet
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| When the stethoscope is silent on my chest so don’t watch
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| If you need the resolution I’m forever refusing |
| To cross any finish line til I find a better conclusion
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| But know second I do… set another goal to reach
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| Cause contentment’ll only stunt the growth I seek
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| Just give me one more word before my lips are wired shut
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| If you could put a price on time you still could never buy enough
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| So I’ll settle for a syllable and hope that echo stings
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| If I was given one word I’d say peace and let it ring |