| Search in the past for the bad that is in me
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| I’m trying to see if I’ve lost anything
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| I stumble upon the fact that nobody’s watching
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| Now how they ever gonna catch me, boy?
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| How they ever gonna catch me?
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| It’s a Saturday night, it’s a February
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| Got nothing to do, I got no one to see
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| Not even a god to take pity on me
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| Not even a god to take pity on me
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| I’m sitting alone with that guilty old feeling
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| Like I let someone down by the way that I live
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| I’m sitting alone, I ain’t heard from nobody
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| But I’m only gonna get what I give, boy
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| Said I’m only gonna get what I give
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| On a Saturday night in a February
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| Got nothing to do, with nobody to see
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| Not even a god to pass judgment on me
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| Not even a god to pass judgment on me
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| I’m over in the lake and I swam to the bottom
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| And I found me a seat on a rock down there
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| And just when I thought I could hear the end
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| Says I had to come up for air, boy
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| Said I had to come up for air
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| On a Saturday night in a February
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| Got nothing to do, with nobody to see
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| Not even a god to have mercy on me
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| Not even a god to have mercy on me |