| Can’t feel my hands, but I got you
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| What’s mine, that’s yours, ya
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| Head underground, got work to do
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| And I know in my soul, that I’m on to something good
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| I’m in repair, looking for truth
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| And I’ll find my footing soon
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| Pave a road that leads to you
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| Don’t count me out, 'cause I’ll come back
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| Don’t count me out, 'cause I’ll come back (Swingin, swingin)
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| Don’t count me out, 'cause I’ll come back (Swingin, swingin)
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| Don’t count me out, 'cause I’ll come back (Swingin, swingin)
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| Try put me down from where I’m at
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| I’m up now, you still know the way to
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| Put me on the ground, don’t make me snap
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| But I don’t need your faith, I don’t need nothing
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| You won’t see me frown, the fuck is that?
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| And all I ever did was dodge the punches
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| You’ll look like a clown when I come back
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| Don’t count me out, 'cause I’ll come back
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| Don’t count me out, 'cause I’ll come back (Swingin, swingin)
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| Don’t count me out, 'cause I’ll come back (Swingin, swingin)
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| Don’t count me out, 'cause I’ll come back (Swingin, swingin) |