| It must have been a heart attack
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| The thousand people struggle
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| Never known like that
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| And does that fact make me scream?
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| I can’t decide what
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| Makes me want to leave here
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| Everytime not
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| Just somebody’s son
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| Equivocally numb
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| But chasing up what matters
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| The race in every sum
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| And its song
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| So what’s your peace of mind waiting for, huh?
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| Didn’t Frankie say it was alright?
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| It’s alright now kid, It’s alright, look
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| You’ve been crippled as the crow
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| Where you been around lately
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| As long as you have known
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| Never known how
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| As nothing is the night
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| Did Frankie say it was alright?
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| It’s alright
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| And does that fact make me heed?
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| It maybe does but
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| Is everyone against my love?
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| I’ve got to know how much
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| So what’s your basic peace of mind waiting for, huh?
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| What you waiting for?
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| Didn’t Frankie say it was alright?
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| It’s alright now kid, It’s alright, look
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| You’ve been crippled as the crow
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| Where you been around lately
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| As long as you have known
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| You’ve never known that
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| Sure as nothing is the night
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| What you waiting for?
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| Did Frankie say it’s alright?
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| Don’t sit back
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| Go for what you’re hiding from
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| You’ve got reach out ‘til it hurts someone |