| At first, it seems like a bad dream
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| And you can’t claw your way out
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| And the plea that you make so you could escape
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| Isn’t answered but you’ll figure it out
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| And all of the nightmares you based your life all around
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| Yeah, are now coming true
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| It’s love or it’s need, your response to greed
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| Find a reason, count yourself out
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| And in the bed where you lay where you’ll drink it away
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| Anyway, to just draw this thing out
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| And that’s just the trouble with long-term goals
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| And dreams, they’re always being revised
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| But my sister still cuts her arms
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| And my brother’s still at the garage
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| And we’ve given all that we can, Mom
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| It’s either sink or swim
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| And it’s high time everyone else stopped paddling for them
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| And it’s a song, a song for the tired ones
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| A song for the sicks ones, a song for you
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| It’s the song, song for the scared ones
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| Scared of this life, once just like me and you
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| And if a call, the call to the fight comes
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| Just call and I might run right back to you
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| 'Cause I remember, yeah and I measure
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| I measure them all, all against you
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| That’s right, all against you |