| When I was young my father said don’t you worry son
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| You’ll find yourself in a world of fake and lonely souls
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| I’m losing sleep cause this guitar just can’t seem to make ends meet
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| No, I walk the line between confidence and suicide
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| I made a promise to myself that the sun it will rise
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| I lost some friends along the way oh well what a shame
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| I’m praying when I don’t believe just to manifest a dream
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| Demons they torture my mind
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| Don’t matter how hard I fall
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| No matter how fast I hit the ground
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| Go on and break all my bones
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| But you will never break me down
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| Don’t matter how long the road
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| Gonna be a better me when I get home
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| Go on and throw shade my way
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| But if I miss least I went down swinging
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| I’m riding through the broken dreams of California
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| Both fingers crossed windows down and I’m living on the stories I tell myself
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| I’m losing sleep cause this guitar just can’t seem to make ends meet
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| No, I walk the line between confidence and suicide
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| I made a promise to myself that the sun it will rise
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| I lost some friends along the way oh well what a shame
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| I’m praying when I don’t believe just to manifest a dream
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| Demons they torture my mind
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| Don’t matter how hard I fall
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| No matter how fast I hit the ground
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| Go on and break all my bones
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| But you will never break me down
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| Don’t matter how long the road
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| Gonna be a better me when I get home
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| Go on and throw shade my way
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| But if I miss least I went down swinging
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| I know that it rains in this town
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| All I ask is you don’t let me drown
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| I’ve got so much to say but I’m scratching the surface
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| Trade my soul for the stage now my life is a circus
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| Don’t matter how hard I fall
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| No matter how fast I hit the ground
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| Go on and break all my bones
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| But you will never break me down
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| Don’t matter how long the road
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| Gonna be a better me when I get home
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| Go on and throw shade my way
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| But if I miss least I went down swinging |