| Working and working my life away
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| With nothing to show but my bills are paid
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| But inside you know
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| That you’re all alone
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| What can you do
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| When the world moves on without you?
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| I chose a path
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| That wasn’t there before
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| I’m not limiting myself
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| To just one single door
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| But you’ll always be tied down
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| Restricted by the pain that grips your life
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| I felt it
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| So focused
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| Just barely scraping by
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| Working and working my life away
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| With nothing to show but my bills are paid
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| Consume, repeat
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| And force yourself to sleep
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| Weak hands, sore feet
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| But it makes you feel complete
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| The weight of the world’s got you
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| Fallen to your knees
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| So learn how to crawl before
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| You stand on your feet
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| You can’t believe
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| That you can feel complete
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| While questioning to fill your tank
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| Or maybe you should eat
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| If somehow you can make it through
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| Working knuckles black and blue
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| Somehow finding time for you
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| Some will win
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| Some may lose
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| We are all drowning in an ocean of greed
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| The rich will climb your shoulders
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| Just to breathe
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| Consume, repeat
|
| And force yourself to sleep
|
| Weak hands, sore feet
|
| But it makes you feel complete
|
| The weight of the world’s got you
|
| Fallen to your knees
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| So learn how to crawl before
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| You stand on your feet
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| I know you’re weak and tired
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| You feel like givin in
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| You question if it’s really worth it
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| You’ve got to look inside
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| You’ve got to realize
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| Remember that the struggle’s worth it
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| Inside you know that you’re all alone
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| But still you try
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| And so you
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| Consume, repeat
|
| And force yourself to sleep
|
| Weak hands, sore feet
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| But it makes you feel complete
|
| The weight of the world’s got you
|
| Fallen to your knees
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| So learn how to crawl before
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| You stand on your feet |