| Well, you know where you are
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| And you know where you’ve been
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| But, oh, my brother
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| You’re lost like me
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| And I’d offer a hand
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| But you know that you can’t cut cut cut cut cut cut
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| Cut any corners when you’re going in circles
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| When you’re going
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| So you look to the sky and start trusting your feet
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| To find the right path, and now you’re not like me
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| I was never the type
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| To put my trust into my luck luck luck luck luck luck luck
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| It’s gone, if it was there to begin with
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| Either way, there’s a hole we’re digging right beneath our feet
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| We might say that we know what we’re doing
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| But who are we kidding?
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| Now you’re home
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| Got dirt on your hands
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| And, oh, my brother
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| You’re broke like me
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| Got lost in the woods, got caught up in scams
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| Got nothing but headaches from all your plans
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| But I got no answers, and neither did you
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| Got a rock for a heart now, and you hold a grudge or two
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| But as soon as you can, just let it all go
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| Take a word from someone who knows
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| So let’s have a drink
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| And take shots at the moon
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| We can tear the sky down, burn the scenery too
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| We got nothing to lose
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| So let’s pick a fight and cut cut cut cut cut cut
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| Cut our knuckles on whatever’s around now
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| Let’s toss out these dreams and watch them all fall
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| We don’t need them anymore
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| Now we know where we stand
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| Now we know where we stand
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| Now we know where we stand, so we know where we’ll likely sink, too
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| Either way, there’s a hole we’re filling right beneath our feet
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| We might say that we know what we’re doing
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| But who are we kidding? |