| We’re all a little messed up in our own ways
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| And we always will be marking days on prison walls
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| Ever you think that maybe there’s a chance for redemption
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| Don’t hold tight onto your own breath
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| Before you know there’s nothing left
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| There’s nothing left in your memories
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| That has a thing to do with me
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| Or where I’ve been for all these years
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| Grinding smiles and forcing gears
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| I never thought I’d ever be this old and I always
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| Never made a point to never act my age
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| Now I guess, it’s silly to expect anything more
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| From everyone that gave so much and more
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| You gave your time
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| There’s nothing left in your memories
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| That has a thing to do with me
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| That gives you reason to believe
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| That the words I’m telling you
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| Have always turned out to be true
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| I’ve tried and I’ve tried to keep you satisfied
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| Though I may never reach the top
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| Every step along the climb is
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| Everything I wanted in this life
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| 'Cause you gave your time |