| I can’t blame you but it’s a shame
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| you can’t cover your ass sometimes.
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| It’s that kind of town and you’re so far down you can’t get up.
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| I can’t tell you what to sell and how to tow the line
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| and when to just give up.
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| Calling out to everyone who tried to run. |
| You tried to run.
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| Don’t be so easy on yourself
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| 'cause this one might be all that you have left.
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| Rearrange the voices in your head and remember what they said.
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| Don’t be so easy on yourself.
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| You got it down, you been around
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| and you won’t change your life
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| for redneck cops and traffic stops and residue
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| but I can’t tell you all the hell they’ll put you through inside
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| and what they’ll do to you.
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| Ten years down the road you’ll find you’re left behind. |
| You’re left behind.
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| Don’t be so easy on yourself
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| 'cause this one might be all that you have left.
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| Rearrange the voices in your head and remember what they said.
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| Don’t be so easy on yourself.
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| Calling out to everyone who tried to run. |
| You tried to run.
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| Don’t be so easy on yourself
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| 'cause this one might be all that you have left.
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| Rearrange the voices in your head and remember what they said.
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| Don’t be so easy on yourself. |