| I’ve been fishing and can’t catch a bite
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| I’ve been praying, ain’t seen that light
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| I’ve been searching, high to the low
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| I’ve been working, working, working myself to the bone
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| Now my skin starts to crawl
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| I’m gon' tear down these walls if I don’t get out
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| I’ve lost heaven to hell
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| And I know very well I’m gon' get it back
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| There’s just this waiting game
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| And I don’t know how to play
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| It’s enough of a fight staying alive anyway
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| Yes, there’s this waiting game
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| And I don’t know how to play
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| It’s enough of a fight staying alive anyway
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| There’s a voice in my pillow, it’s got it out for me
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| 'Cause it keeps mumbling, mumbling
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| All through the night, I can’t sleep
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| I’ve been patient, oh, a change gon' come
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| But that damn clock just don’t stop ticking, ticking, ticking away
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| That’s the storm |