| Sometimes it’s a matter of fact
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| Everybody’s in your bed with their diplomats
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| Sometimes it’s a matter of taste
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| Everybody wants to hear about the big mistakes
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| Everybody wants a piece of your heart
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| Telling you they’ve been there for you right from the start
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| It’s never easy, baby, but it’s a must
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| You got to find out exactly who you can trust
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| Every day is like a marathon
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| Wondering how you ever got so far from the dawn
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| You look around you and everything’s changing
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| Everything is broken unspoken and strange
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| She lifts a pistol to your temple and smiles
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| Don’t worry baby, I’ll be here a while
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| Sometimes you wonder if you’re in too deep
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| It’s all going under you just got to keep it going
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| Everyday is a matter of haste
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| Telling you that you got too much talent to waste
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| Most times the cards are all stacked
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| Everyone but you knows that you’re on the wrong track
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| And when you feel like there’s no turning back
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| Your idols are broken, the marble is cracked
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| That’s when you got to push it right to the edge
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| Without looking back and just step right off the ledge
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| Everyday you got to run for your life
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| Wondering if it’s them or you that stuck in the knife
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| It doesn’t matter when you reach the end
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| So come have a seat and relax
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| She pistol-whips you and tells you you’re clever
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| Don’t worry baby, I’ll be here forever
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| And now you realize you’re in too deep
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| It’s all going under you just got to keep it going
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| Each day she glares at me across the morning sky
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| She’s coming from the east to kill me
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| I know it’s true but she won’t tell me why
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| She spins around me, numbered pirouettes
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| Until I’m gone, but in the meantime
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| I know my only choice is to ride on |