| I feel like I’ve been breathing out of an exhaust pipe
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| On the job site, with a fist full of brittle sand
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| Should have seen it coming
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| A mile away from the little hill in which I’m making a stand on
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| It makes a man of me (doesn't it?)
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| And if it never kills me then I get a pass
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| Wish I could’ve opened up the air around me
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| Just a little bit so I could take a gasp
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| Who the hell is watching?
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| Put a notch in my belt, keep it on the tracks
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| Shoulda woulda coulda never made a difference
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| When you’re playing chicken with your only chance
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| But it made a man of me, right? |
| Mad man
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| That gotta dance around and play his sounds
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| Wish I knew back then what I know now
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| Yeah, look at me now!
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| Dodging forever
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| Spending a fortune to figure it out
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| I don’t believe it
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| Never learned how
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| All of this pressure is driving me wild
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| Look at me now
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| I’m starting to feel like it’s stacking on my shoulders
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| Another soldier with little patience to see the dawn
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| Fought a lot of odds, in the name of cause
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| Put em in a box buried in the lawn
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| But I learned a lesson from it, didn’t I?
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| And if I didn’t who the hell is gonna teach me?
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| I’ve been looking for answers
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| And none of em ever offered a lesson that’ll reach me
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| Who can see me?
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| Losing personal relationships like people do they house keys
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| I’ve been outside, looking inside
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| With a shadow casted all around me
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| And they doubt me
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| Try to throw a little part of me away with every frown
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| Just wish they saw what I know now
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| Yeah, look at me now!
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| Dodging forever
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| Spending a fortune to figure it out
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| I don’t believe it
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| Never learned how
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| All of this pressure is driving me wild
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| Look at me now |