| The downhill slope I’m standing on is starting to hurt my feet
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| My neck gets stiff from staring up at the world
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| I’d show you all my self esteem
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| But I lost it somewhere down the road
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| Why is it everywhere I stand
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| Is a foot shorter than the space next to me
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| I can’t see the action due to the crowd
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| There is never a horizon in my view
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| Like walking through knee high water
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| My steps through life are slow and hard
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| And I never seem to get all the way to shore
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| The longer I stand, the deeper I sink
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| Why is it everywhere I stand
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| Is a foot shorter than the space next to me
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| I can’t see the action due to the crowd
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| There is never a horizon in my view
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| I don’t know if I’m down in the dumps
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| But it sure smells like
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| Trash to me
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| I don’t know if I’m down in the dumps
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| But it sure smells like
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| Trash to me Why is it everywhere I stand
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| Is a foot shorter than the space next to me
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| I can’t see the action due to the crowd
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| There is never a horizon in my view
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| I don’t know if I’m down in the dumps
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| But it sure smells like
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| Trash to me
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| I don’t know if I’m down in the dumps
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| But it sure smells like
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| Trash to me
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| I don’t know if I’m down in the dumps
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| But it sure smells like
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| Trash to me |