| Well I’m picking it up
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| I’m picking it up
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| All your stalling never stops
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| I’m picking it up
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| I’m picking it up
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| This time
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| When I thought I heard laughter
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| I think you slipped in a grave
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| Well I’m picking it up
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| I’m picking it up this time
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| Though nobody answered
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| I lead the words you say
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| And I’m picking it up
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| I’m picking it up this time
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| I know I could fix you whole
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| At least I know that way you fall down
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| I might be frail but at least I’m around
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| Compromise then swear some more
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| Then compromise then beg for more
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| Then we all divide as we slaughter filth
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| Then we compromise as we compromise
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| At least I know the way you fall
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| I could fix you whole
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| Just to lift you up
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| You’re begging forgiveness by every word you say
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| We’re lifting you up this time
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| But I don’t have the answers
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| And I don’t have your faith
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| Darling don’t
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| I could fix you whole
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| At least I know that way you fall down
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| I might be frail but at least I’m around
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| At least I know the way you fall
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| I could fix you whole
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| Just to lift you up
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| Compromise then swear some more
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| Then compromise then beg for more
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| Then we all divide as we slaughter filth
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| Then we compromise as we compromise |