| As I walk through this life
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| I might fall, I might stumble
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| Whoa-oy
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| Try to make friends with my pain
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| 'Cause my pain keeps me humble
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| Whoa-oy
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| Breathe, slow and release, let the air expand your lungs
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| Let your body bring you peace to the sea, to the sea I will speak
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| Tell my troubles to the waves as they wash my soul clean
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| Won’t you purge me, purge me, here as I stand?
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| Down in the gallows my darkness will hang
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| Hurt me, hurt me and I will not flinch
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| Firm in my ground, I will not move an inch
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| As I walk through this life
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| I might fall, I might stumble
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| Whoa-oy
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| I try to make friends with my pain
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| 'Cause my pain, it keeps me humble
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| Whoa-oy
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| When I wake up in the morning, sometimes I feel so blue
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| Like a guitar with a broken string that can’t hold a tune
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| 'Cause there are some real pricks around
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| They’re bursting my balloon
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| And I really need some healing
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| 'Cause I find it hard to breathe-in
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| And I’m bleeding all my feelings to you
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| Because I’m so, ah, down
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| But like a roundabout I’m bound to turn it back around
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| Flip it like a kick flip, flick a switch I’ll flip my mood
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| Coming with the style, that’s rude
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| As I walk through this life
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| I might fall, I might stumble
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| Whoa-oy
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| I try to make friends with my pain
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| 'Cause my pain it keeps me humble
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| Whoa-oy
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| Humble
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| Try not to outgrow these boots
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| Some times I stumble
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| Try to stay firm in my roots
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| This world’s a jungle
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| But these trees hold the sweetest fruit
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| A lesson to be learned, yeah, every time I bruise
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| B-B-B-Bruise, not a fool but I will make mistakes
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| T-T-T-Take and I learn every mistake I make
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| W-W-W-Wait for the wisdom that this fool will create
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| No one in this world but me decides my fate
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| F-F-F-Fate, taking control of the reigns
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| And being the lord in the land of my brain
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| And I loosen the chains that are causing the pain
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| Put a stain on my name with the flames like methane
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| Make it rain down the, rain down the, rain down the change
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| Then I rise to the top like a bubble champagne
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| It’s so hard to explain, need to use my left brain
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| I am switching the lanes gonna change (Woo)
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| Closure on this roller coaster (Ooh-ah-ooh)
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| I’m a poster child bipolar
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| Loner with a smoking motor (Ooh-ah-ooh)
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| Soldier with a broken holster
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| Focus, don’t go down in smoke (Ooh-ah-ooh)
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| And choke on coke and overdose
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| Just stand your ground
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| Stay humble, proud
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| And lucky like a four leaf clover
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| As I walk, I might fall, I might fall
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| I might fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
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| Try to make friends with my pain, with my pain
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| With my pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pain, pain
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| As I walk through this life
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| I might fall, I might stumble
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| Whoa-oy
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| I try to make friends with my pain
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| 'Cause my pain keeps me humble
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| Whoa-oy |