| You talk too much and I guess I’ve walked too rough
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| In these scuffed dark shoes you’re never wearing socks
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| Being you, and being me sometimes it’s tough
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| I’m battered and bruised up, but I got myself bandaged up
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| You on the other hand are damaged and stuck in a rut
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| You never grew up, managed to never do much
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| And from this vantage point I have the advantage in guts
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| Something you lack, but I still wish you luck
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| You scrub
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| I’ve seen the fall of many men
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| I’ve watched my own decline, I wasn’t ready then
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| As I sit now I can’t stay in I’ve got to walk from you my heavy head?
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| You wished the worst for me and my many friends
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| So it will be hard to forgive and not forget
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| You probably wish you still could play your only hand
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| I guess I swallowed that hard pill to be the bigger man
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| You reap what you sow, so don’t speak about what you don’t know
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| You reap what you sow, so don’t speak about what you don’t know
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| Giving in’s a virtue, new to me
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| I’m still searching for patience, selfishly
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| Honestly, I do this for my family
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| Lucky for you, I’m not the man I used to be
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| You’re not worthy of being my enemy
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| You’re not worthy of being much of anything
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| But you deserve a second chance like anything
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| Like anyone but maybe not for everything
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| You reap what you sow
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| You reap what you sow
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| You reap what you sow, so don’t speak about what you don’t know
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| You reap what you sow, so don’t speak about what you don’t know
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| You talk too much, but I guess you’ve had enough
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| Just being you is rough and you look used and mangled up
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| I won’t kick you while you’re down abuse and bang you up
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| No, I’ll pick you up, confused, now? |
| Well that’s just why
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| This world’s gone to don’t say much
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| Can’t get stuck on a ways how I’ve grown up
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| I’ve shown up and now it’s time to show you what’s up
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| Because we reap what we sow |