| I’m gonna dig my own coal mine
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| I’m gonna face the music
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| Choose between the forces
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| That I want to live
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| An idle mind’s the devil’s playground
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| I walk a much straighter line
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| Or trick myself into believing it
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| Up the road of rock and hill
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| Strechin' out yonder
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| I might as well resign myself
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| To start now
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| A broken wheel I’m no good
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| Well how strange it is
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| With nine fingers to the count
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| Every now and then I wake up
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| Stronger than before
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| Closer towards a door that’s opening
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| Through the never ending breakup
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| Knowing there is more
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| More than yesterday was offering
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| (Gonna) get my share of what’s fair
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| Climb the ladder up the stairs
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| Plead innocent or finally do the crime
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| Gonna be first, at least not last
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| Put my nose to the grind
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| Excuse me now,
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| if you think I move too fast
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| Can’t complain, time to take aim
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| Stake my claim or pull out,
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| If I’ve got to pay up
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| I’ll bring some cash now
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| The best intentions of good faith
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| or good will
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| The etiquette, the whole crap
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| You know I can live without
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| Every now and then I wake up
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| Stronger than before
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| Closer towards a door that’s opening
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| Through the never ending breakup
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| Knowing there is more
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| More than yesterday was offering
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| I think that I’ve seen the end of those days
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| Head bowed down
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| With the cross on my back
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| I’ve entered into a whole other phase
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| That’s got a brand new plan of attack
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| Every now and then I wake up
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| Stronger than before
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| Closer towards a door that’s opening
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| Through the never ending breakup
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| Knowing there is more
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| More than yester —
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| Every now and then I wake up
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| Stronger than before
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| Closer towards a door that’s opening
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| Through the never ending breakup
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| Knowing there is more
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| More than yesterday
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| Was offering |