| My grip could get lighter
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| And, yeah, money’s so tight I’ve found
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| Not much of a survivor
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| Fairground ain’t stopping in this town
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| If you’re slipping I’m sliding
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| Never heard of solid ground
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| Ever light on the horizon
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| Getting blocked out by the crowds
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| Must mean it’s the low season
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| But there’s no reason to give up on this
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| We’ll stay high on the promise
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| That the low season soon to go
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| Meaning we’ll be right
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| Honest we’ll be right
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| My shouts should be whispers
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| Yeah, honey, you’re right I drowned
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| Treading water with blisters
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| Guess that the water just found me out
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| If you’re running I’m fighting
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| I swear summer will make you proud
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| In every way you’re so surprising
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| I’m just expected to be found
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| In the low season
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| But there’s no reason to give up on this
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| We’ll stay high on the promise
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| That the low season soon to go
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| Meaning we’ll be right
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| Honest we’ll be right
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| This is the low
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| This is the low
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| This is the low
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| This is the low |