| I find myself
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| Searching for the soul i once had
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| Watered down the smoke inside me i’ve become a no-mad
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| There’s been no body oh for sooo long now
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| I want me back but i just don’t know how
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| Well it’s the same old story of a young boy
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| He’s a, one filled with dreams
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| Whoa but the fortune of reality
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| Was a ripper adversy
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| If he’s gonna make it
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| He’s gonna do it on his own
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| Well he’s one strong mother fucker
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| He’s toppled the sides alone
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| He will be done, before he ever understands
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| Why is he trying, and why must he go on
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| When you have what you need
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| But not what you want boy
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| You ain’t gonna make it long
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| In the dark day he’s dealing
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| But in the lights is where he stands
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| He’s got no hope of his future
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| For a, his hard working hands
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| If he’s gonna make it
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| He’s gonna do it on his own
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| Well he’s one strong mother fucker
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| He’s toppled the sides alone
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| Well thats been
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| A narrower bridge i’ve seen
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| Fucking his life up again
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| Leaving it full of sin
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| Cause we are the ones who give a damn
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| We are the ones who give a damn
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| If he’s gonna make it
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| He’s gonna do it on his own
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| Well he’s one strong mother fucker
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| And he’s toppled the sides alone |