| Got me straight up drinkin' from the barrel
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| I’ve been losin' hours
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| Singin' sad songs underneath the gallows
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| Runnin' from my shadow
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| Runnin' from my shadow
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| I need relief, I need some peace
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| But the voices, they keep talking to me
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| And I keep going to meetings, I pray every evening
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| But I can’t escape my disease
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| Lookin' at me, stare in the mirror
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| Look at the man starin' back at you
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| You are your failures, you are your triumphs
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| You are a prophet, you are an asshole
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| You are a devil and you are a god
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| You buy a shovel and bury it all
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| Think you can purchase your way right out of the void and not end up payin' the
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| cost?
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| Lie to yourself, lie to them, hell
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| Whatever helps, forgotten what’s real
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| You think the secrets you keep stay between you and me
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| But the shadow’s attached to your heels, like
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| Got me straight up drinkin' from the barrel
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| I’ve been losin' hours
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| Singin' sad songs underneath the gallows
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| Runnin' from my shadow
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| Runnin' from my shadow
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| I let it rain through the sunroof
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| I’ve been parked out by the waterfront
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| Been going to war with myself
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| Reading Sun Tzu, bumpin' Tha Carter I
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| I’m back on day two, forgot how hard it was
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| Starin' at me for so long, I forgot who the target was
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| I thought I was over this, this isn’t what sober is
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| What kind of dad would hold their kids
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| Then go back out and ignore the risk?
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| The shadow wants me to forget the pain
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| Wants me to live in the guilt and the shame
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| So much that I have no choice but to die from the drugs or blow out my fucking
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| brain
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| The shadow, it wants me too busy
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| It wants me keep driftin'
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| It wants me to give in to fame
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| It wants me forgettin' that I got an illness that lives in my spirit in
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| different ways
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| Shadow, the light
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| They can both blind, got different names
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| If it’s too dark, if it’s too bright
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| It can still burn you with different flames
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| And I don’t owe them an iota
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| Tell my mama I’ma die sober
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| Yeah, I might be bipolar
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| I should write an album out in Wyoming
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| Low bottom, I’m a high roller
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| Go full throttle, got no chauffeur
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| Got two voices on both shoulders
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| But I keep swinging 'til the fight’s over
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| Got me straight up drinkin' from the barrel
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| I’ve been losin' hours
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| Singin' sad songs underneath the gallows
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| Runnin' from my shadow
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| (Runnin' from my shadow)
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| Runnin', I’m runnin', I can’t get away, away, away
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| Chasin' me down every night and all day, all day, all day
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| Runnin', I’m runnin', I can’t get away, away, away
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| Chasin' me down every night and all day, all day
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| Runnin', I’m runnin', I can’t get away, away, away
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| Chasin' me down every night and all day, all day, all day
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| I’m runnin', I’m runnin', I can’t get away
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| Chasin' me down every night and all day
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| My mama told me I gotta be brave, be brave, be brave
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| Keep runnin' from my shadow |