| Sometimes, I feel like a renegade boss
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| An alpha dog taking on the world
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| With a bounce in my step
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| Other times, I feel so lost
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| Like a soul spinning out of control
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| Like I’m about to explode
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| I’ll tell you if you’re willing to listen
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| I’m a walking contradiction with a predilection
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| For going down in flames and coming up roses
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| One door opens, another one closes
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| We’re good one-on-one
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| When we’re not on one
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| We’re good one-on-one
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| One-on-one
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| I can tell when you’re smiling
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| But you’re holding back tears
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| 'Cause I’ve known your crazy, stubborn, reckless ass
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| For all these years
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| And I love you like a motherfucker, bro
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| The sun will come up in the west like a circle of blood
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| And burn through this black veil of sorrow
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| Coffee in a plastic cup, we’ll see another tomorrow
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| And we’ll laugh about the dumbest shit
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| Won’t have a care in the world 'cause we’ll be over it
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| We’re good one-on-one
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| When we’re not on one
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| We’re good one-on-one
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| One-on-one
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| If you, if you feel like you’re in it alone
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| Suicide hotline speed-dial on the telephone-phone
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| Fitness is a tribe that you can call your own
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| We’ve learned to love the suffer, the suffer
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| Instead of updating my kill list
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| Initials in my hollow points
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| I’m rotating the premise
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| Putting my focus on the finer points
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| The friendships that get me through
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| The dark nights of soullessness
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| The sunlight on the road that’s less traveled
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| If you, if you feel like you’re in it alone
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| Suicide hotline speed-dial on the telephone-phone
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| Fitness is a tribe that you can call your own
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| We’ve learned to love the suffer, the suffer
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| If you, if you feel like you’re in it alone
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| Suicide hotline speed-dial on the telephone-phone
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| Fitness is a tribe that you can call your own
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| We’ve learned to love the suffer, the suffer |