| I was backed against the traps of my teenage plan
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| I was stumbling over gaps and feeling beat up again
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| I was staring down the corpse of a lifelong dream
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| I was willing it to get back on it’s feet again
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| I was walking through my life and feeling sick, that’s when
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| I would find myself repeating my old stories to friends
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| Always searching for a notion that resembled a hope
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| I was standing on the verge of something good, I don’t know
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| On the verge of something
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| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
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| Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
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| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
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| From the traps of my teenage plan (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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| I was wearing out my feet again-hen (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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| Working nights for some old businessman (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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| Who couldn’t give a second shit about me-he
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| (I was grasping at a hope) (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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| I’d take a hope and a borrowed sedan (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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| (I couldn’t take it any more) (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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| And I’d ride out to the state that’s when (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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| (Spending hours on the phone with the pharmacy) (ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh)
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| I’d be pulling up to some suburban pharmacy
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| And I’d be begging them to tell me something
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| I was closing out the bar every night and then
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| I was waking up each morning 'round 6 am
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| I was driving to the doctor and then back again
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| You know, they never seemed to have any good news for me then
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| I was walking through my life and feeling sick that’s when
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| I started plotting out a course to getting free again
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| While making pennies for some psychopath businessman
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| I started thinking that I might be on the verge of something
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| On the verge of something
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| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
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| Ohh ohh ohh Ohhhhhh
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| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
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| Ohh ohh ohh Ohhhhhh
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| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
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| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
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| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh
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| Ohh ohh ohh Ohhhhhh |