| Once again I’m out on a limb, now I can hear the change in the sound of the wind
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| One day winds down to an end another’s bound to begin
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| These fake friends, diabolical grins, I feel the ground wearing thin
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| I wish to be absolved from my sins, but if tomorrow I was ten I’d probably to
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| all of it again
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| So I’m backed against the wall with a pen, cause everything allowed me to win
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| was always found from within
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| So I’m thinking, searching, times I was hurting when a thin curtain of trust
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| revealed a whole different person
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| Shit can worsen or it can get better and bonds that once were made of flesh and
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| blood stiffen a leather
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| And people take it how you take it life is what you make it
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| Although my shirt’s worth 200 sometimes I feel naked cause it’s a cold world
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| after all, you either dance or you fall, life’s on the line, answer the call
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| Take a chance to advance through it all, even when circumstance is a wall,
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| I’m on the way
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| I’m on the way
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| Yeah, uh, yeah
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| Once again it’s the kid and I’m out on a limb
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| I break the branch off the tree and
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| Hit the ground and begin
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| Fallin face first till I hit my face in the dirt
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| And picked my self back up
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| A new taste for these beats, church
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| I read the book and even captured some, words
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| I thought the worst was a chapter that was past and done
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| I guess it ain’t so, spraying all this paint slow
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| They see the trash man, but I just see an angel
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| I guess my late show was half way there
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| But what good is half full if this glass ain’t shared?
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| I flick an ash for my cats that ain’t here, sip a beer
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| Never ready to die, though I act prepared
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| And this the time that I crash and flare
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| Lighten up the whole street witha glare
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| I picked myself back up put and my weed in the air
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| And told the world: believe in me, and we’re leavin it there |