| Most of my life I’ve missed the signs, I’ve missed a mother
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| Up at night cursing about it all, the cringing moments
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| Seen our hopes crucified and turned to scattered ashes
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| It’s gone, it left me here to fend on my own
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| Up and down, turned around, I’ve been so many faces
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| Lost my home years ago, been searching many places
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| I don’t belong to anyone, I’ve lost communication
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| It’s gone, it landed me and left me here alone
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| I was already in this
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| I was born with these bags in my hands from the start
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| I was already in this
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| Way down and far below
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| Way down and far below
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| Worrying is my calling, thoughts they keep erasing
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| No matter how many drugs that I keep on taking
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| It won’t be long before my song has seen its final page
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| It’s gone, they’ve left me here to fend on my own
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| Systems fried, been compromised, I’ve seen some better days here
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| Mud in eye, skin is dry, to feel often jaded
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| Confidence is something I haven’t felt in many ages
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| It’s gone, they’ve left me here to feel on my own
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| I was already in this
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| I was born with these bags in my hands from the start
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| I was already in this
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| Way down and far below
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| Way down and far below
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| Way down and far below
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| I was already in this
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| I was born with these bags in my hands from the start
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| I was already in this
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| I was born with these bags in my hands from the start
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| Was already in this
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| And I was born with these bags in my hands from the start
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| Was already in this
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| Way down and far below
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| Way down and far below
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| Way down and far below
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| Way down and far below |