| I try, try not to get too down on myself
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| While on the process we got lives on the line
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| But the deeper I get into this fight
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| I cry myself to sleep thinking what I shoulda coulda done
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| I never I had a chance
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| Oh no, don’t get me wrong
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| We got the tools to do good
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| But when all’s said and done
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| I close my eyes, I try to shut it out
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| I close my eyes, pretend to hear no sound
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| I close my eyes, visualize, this is paradise
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| I close my heart, my conscience is my price
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| You’re telling yourself the world’s gonna be just fine
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| You’re playing by the rules but I’m gonna live by mine
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| How did we ever get to this point of such distraction?
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| Take the money and run run run
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| I search my soul thinking what I shoulda coulda done
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| I never I had a chance
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| Oh no, don’t get me wrong
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| We got the tools to do good
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| But when all’s said and done
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| I close my eyes, I try to shut it out
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| I close my eyes, pretend to hear no sound
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| I close my eyes, visualize, this is paradise
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| I close my heart, my conscience is my price
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| Your world just stops
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| It’s getting harder and harder to feel
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| Just waiting, buying time
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| Looking for answers 'till I know what’s real
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| It don’t feel the same, will I heal
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| Will I ever be the same, I hope I will
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| Crunch time
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| About time I prepare myself
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| For that long climb upon my knees from the bowels of hell
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| But I’ve had some recent practice swimming against the tide
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| Redemption’s a lonely road but someone’s gonna try
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| Thirty pieces of silver to reclaim my soul
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| I’ll sing high to the heavens with my luck, the gates will still be closed…
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| The gates will still be closed.
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| I close my eyes, I try to shut it out
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| I close my eyes, pretend to hear no sound
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| I close my eyes, visualize, this is paradise
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| I close my heart, my conscience is my price |