| (Welcome to the real world kid. You didn’t ask to be here but this is where you
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| are
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| And this is all you will know and this is all you will do. |
| Follow me.)
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| Left. |
| Right. |
| Left. |
| Right. |
| Left. |
| Right. |
| NOW!
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| Gotta hit the ground before the moon comes down, get your beak into the dirt
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| Cause the birds out there still waking up are the last to get their worm
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| And even when the table’s full only the foolish slow down
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| I’ve been around long enough to know there ain’t enough to go round
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| Been working to the bone, been burning both ends
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| Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again
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| So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead
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| And only six feet between me and catching my breath
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| Only six feet between me and getting some rest
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| Left. |
| Right, Left. |
| Right. |
| Left. |
| Right. |
| ALL RIGHT
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| Gotta grind through the slow times
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| Cause thinking about the clock don’t make the time fly
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| When you’re counting down the minutes, adding up the hours given
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| Remember the fact, the fight ain’t over just because you think you’re finished
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| When you hear the whistle blow, only the weakest go home
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| Like their pain don’t put food on their plate
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| Been working to the bone, been burning both ends
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| Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again
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| So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead
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| And only six feet between me and catching my breath
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| Been working to the bone, been burning both ends
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| Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again
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| So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead
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| And only six feet between me and catching my breath
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| Only six feet between me and getting some rest
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| (You're keeping up I see. Well, it’s a big world and it’s only getting bigger
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| And if you want to be the best then you’ve got to beat the best.)
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| Ain’t nobody coming when you make the call
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| Cause every man’s gunning for the first to fall
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| Fill the bucket till the well runs dry
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| It’s left, right, left, till the day you die
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| Ain’t nobody coming when you make the call
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| Cause every man’s gunning for the first to fall
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| Fill the bucket till the well runs dry
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| It’s left, right, left, till the day you die
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| Ain’t nobody coming when you make the call
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| Cause every man’s gunning for the first to fall
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| Fill the bucket till the well runs dry
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| It’s left, right, left, till the day you die
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| Been working to the bone, been burning both ends
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| Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again
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| So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead
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| Sometimes those six feet look tempting, I’ve gotta confess
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| Been working to the bone, been burning both ends
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| Trying to make them meet before we’re hungry again
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| So it’s left, right, left, down, the trail of the dead
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| And only six feet between me and catching my breath
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| Only six feet between me and getting some rest |