| Try to stand up
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| Can’t feel your feet
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| Trying to survive
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| You have no will to live
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| You want to get out
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| Walk through that door
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| Too weak to seek for help
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| But you know you have to try
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| Just one more time
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| Waiting for the end
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| Or a change
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| Direction
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| 'Cause you know you are ready to take everything you get
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| You get nothing done
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| Emotionally broken
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| You feel sick
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| When you find out that your best friend is a liar
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| Like we all are
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| This is not the first time
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| When I’m in this condition
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| And it’s not the last time
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| When I promise to change everything
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| Another year
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| Another wasted season
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| A decent boy holds the line alone
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| Another day
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| Another wasted hour
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| I’m standing on the edge of open grave
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| Let the shovel sing
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| Squeeze all the anger into a box
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| Seal it tight and bury it deep
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| Squash all your wisdom and light up the skies
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| Rub the blade 'til your fingers bleed
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| They preach about family and love
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| Yet in the end nothing’s sacred
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| Halos are fading
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| This is not the last time
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| When I’m bound to take the step
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| And it’s not the first time
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| When I promise everything
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| This is not the first time
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| When I’m in this condition
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| And it’s not the last time
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| When I promise to change everything
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| Another round
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| Another empty bottle
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| That same boy tries to be a man
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| Another prayer
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| Another pointless promise
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| I’m standing on the edge of open grave
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| Let the shovel sing
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| Spilling lies upon your father’s grave
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| Let the shovel sing |