| I read the news every day or I try
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| Switch back and forth between
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| A scowl and a smile
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| People lift me up or drop me
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| Flat like a stone
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| But still I want to believe in them
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| My clan comes number one in the fight
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| We brought souls in this world
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| And we’ll do it right
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| Though my moods they swing like a pendulum
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| They know where my heart comes from
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| Like our dear departed friend Andy told me
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| It’s only water off a ducks
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| Back in the stream
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| Face it like a man face it like a wimp
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| But either way you’re facing it
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| Burying your head underneath
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| Your feathers
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| Signals a swan song
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| Yes the ride is short but your
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| Heritage is long
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| Muscle memory
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| Is what I use to carry me
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| Muscle memory
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| Ain’t no way I worry 'bout a thing
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| Muscle memory
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| I reference stuff I know
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| Muscle memory
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| Then put my feet down and go
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| I want music to bring me down to my knees
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| Make me sob like an infant make me angry
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| Rip me to shreds glue me back up
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| Make my mind explode
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| Things that matter I can afford
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| Get my shit together and get onboard
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| Shed every pound, melt it away
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| Rid that overweight load
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| Burying your head underneath the sand
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| Is succumbing to the words I can’t
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| Ok the ride may stall but your legacy
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| Stands tall
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| Muscle memory
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| Is what I use to carry me
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| Muscle memory
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| Ain’t no way I worry 'bout anything
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| Muscle memory
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| I reference stuff I learn
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| Muscle memory
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| Disfigurement I’ve earned
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| And I wear it like a badge of honor
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| No stone unturned
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| Yeah it’s the bane of my existence
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| To pass the torch in a world of nonsense
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| Shot a miss
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| So many nights I’ve toiled over this
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| Once around
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| Crotchety young man make it count
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| I make my own news out on the fly
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| Do much more than I need to get by
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| People lift me up
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| Don’t let me drop
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| Or at least have a net there
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| Burying your head in your hands
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| Looks like a deserted plan
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| Yes the ride is short
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| With temptations to abort
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| Ok the ride may stall
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| You still sound off the bugle call
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| Muscle memory
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| Is what I use to carry me
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| Muscle memory
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| Ain’t no way I worry 'bout anything
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| Muscle memory
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| I reference stuff I know
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| Muscle memory
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| Then put my feet down and go
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| And I go, yeah
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| There I go |