| Walking down this lonely street
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| All I have’s this tortured soul
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| Standing 'round like my pants are full of gold
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| But what I got are pockets with a hole
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| Just like moss trying to grab a rolling stone
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| It ain’t going to stay
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| 'Cause it’s rolling around and gone
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| Well I’m tired of a feeling this way
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| And held on long enough to my ways
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| Tired of those days
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| For a chance at a something new
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| And living down the lies that I knew
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| Maybe I’ll find that I didn’t waste all ny time
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| What made me stronger was my tortured soul
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| When I stop to shoot the breeze
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| And talk about being robbed to our knees
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| I’m so ready to to start feeling better days
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| Trying to survive this tortured soul
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| Like a river rolling down a waterfall
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| Lots of pressure before it hits the wall
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| I’ve been there and to no disbelief
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| Got to trust in something you can see
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| Something to believe
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| Leaving behind this life that I knew
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| Standing here at this line that I drew
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| Maybe I’ll find I didn’t waste all the time
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| What made me stronger was my tortured soul
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| What made me stronger was my tortured soul
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| What made me stronger was my tortured soul
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| What made me stronger was my tortured soul
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| Can’t hold on much longer
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| Oh I’m tired Im tired
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| Of living this way
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| Living that way |