| Dreams, like coins down a well
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| Till I realized I was dumb for believin'
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| To the bird with no flight
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| The skies don’t ever offer respite
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| So I wandered off
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| And went to fill the halls of my shadow
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| But everything costs
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| Proof was etched into the backs of my hands
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| I heard you say that you’d lost, you’d lost, you’d lost your way
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| But I don’t think you had much to lose, that house was never built for you
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| And I ain’t gonna hang my head for them, for them
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| And I ain’t gonna let them paint the truth with sin
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| And I ain’t gonna tell you it’s okay but at the end of the day
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| You were just something they’d blame
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| Face, pressed into your hands
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| Couldn’t tell if you were crying or laughing
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| They both sound the same
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| when you ain’t got no skin in the game
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| So I took up the fight
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| And the roaring in my head was like the thunder
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| Until I uncurled my fists
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| And allowed myself to not give a damn
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| I heard you say that we’d lost, we’d lost, we’d lost, we’d lost our way
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| But I don’t think we had much to lose that path was never built for us
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| And I ain’t gonna hang my head for them, for them
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| And I ain’t gonna let them paint the truth with sin
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| And I ain’t gonna tell you it’s okay but at the end of the day
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| You were just something they’d blame |