| I’m runnin' circles, but don’t stop
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| Them hubs, I gotta lock 'em in
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| And then dig in and begin again
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| When you run off road and
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| Don’t know where you’re goin'
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| Dig in and begin again
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| When you run off road and
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| Don’t know where you’re goin'
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| Dig in and begin again
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| I’ve held it all and thought I saw it all
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| Aw nah, I ain’t seen nothin'
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| I got 15/20 vision
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| And I still couldn’t see this comin'
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| Maybe I been drummin' for the wrong band
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| Baby, I been rowin' to the wrong land
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| 'Cause my ship hit seashore
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| And your heart wasn’t in the sand (Nah)
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| I coulda anchored out, miles out (Uh)
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| And waited for you to map out our plans
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| But it seems our ships are nautically
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| Not equipped for meeting our demands
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| And because of this, I started drinkin' again
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| Like a fish, I’ll admit, I’ve been in over my gills
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| Swimmin' in regret and guilt
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| But I won’t let depression kill me
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| Today, I got up on my feet
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| And I breathed a sigh of relief
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| 'Cause I believe the storm’s behind me (Yeah)
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| I can feel the wind beneath my wings
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| I’ve started flying, I can finally see
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| I’ve been to the tip of the top (Of the top)
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| Then fallen to the bed of the rocks (Bed of the rocks)
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| I’m runnin' circles, but don’t stop
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| Them hubs, I gotta lock 'em in
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| And then dig in and begin again
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| When you run off road and
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| Don’t know where you’re goin'
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| Dig in and begin again
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| When you run off road and
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| Don’t know where you’re goin'
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| Dig in and begin again
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| I’ve made mountains from an ant mound
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| I’ve stayed bound to another’s orders, sat down
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| I’ve been to counselin', check that background
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| I’ve been down and out 'til I lost count (Too many times)
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| It’s just another notch in the wooden stock of my life’s rifle
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| Another page of lyrics saved from another day in my Bible
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| I’ll be alright
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| Even though I may be here all night
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| 'Cause when I sit down to write
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| I can’t stop 'til I’m feelin' like it’s all good
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| And it’s all good, all great
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| 'Cause I’m runnin' like I’m in the hallways
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| Of the eighth grade on the last day
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| Before summer break, celebrate (Woo)
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| Boy, I elevate until I levitate
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| Above the hatin' noise like I’m a Boeing plane (Woosh)
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| Find no escape to be too great to make
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| I’m Houdini when the stress calls
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| True genius stop and pause, y’all, 'cause
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| When I wish to begin again, I begin right where I left off
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| I’ve been to the tip of the top (Of the top)
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| Then fallen to the bed of the rocks (Bed of the rocks)
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| I’m runnin' circles, but don’t stop
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| Them hubs, I gotta lock 'em in
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| And then dig in and begin again
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| When you run off road and
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| Don’t know where you’re goin'
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| Dig in and begin again
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| When you run off road and
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| Don’t know where you’re goin'
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| Dig in and begin again |