| To me it seems youve lost your steam
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| Your steam it seems youve lost it, lost it Demons haunt your thinking, freedom gone
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| And all exhausted (exhausted)
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| Dreaming dreams of fortune, all your deeds
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| Are all impromptu and not in synch with laws
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| And warnings never heeded while you block them
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| Marching forth and choosing what to keep and leave
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| Consistently youre falling, all or nothing
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| Please Ill tweak it out, I think Im on to something
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| Now youre beat to pieces and the pieces and the parts are busted
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| All your greatest thinking got you sinking in the rotten gutter
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| Now its nothing left, but everything to gain
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| No options, so you walk the narrow steps to the domains
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| That have been calling soldier
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| All of the resistance kept you out from what is within
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| If you follow it, it rises from inside ya up and over, ALL IN!
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| Chorus (Pigeon John)
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| Spent half my life on a search for nothin
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| I came up with somethin
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| Its on again!
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| I found myself by the river and jumped in!
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| Its all or nothing, gotta be all in Be all in, gotta be all in, be all in Yeah its all or nothing!
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| Be all in, gotta be all in, be all in Yeah its all or nothing
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| Verse 2 (The Grouch)
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| To make me feel right
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| Give me wealth and real life
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| And then mix it together like popcorn and butter right
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| Over the Tapatio, sit and I talk to Rio
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| Listening to music like that old Inner City Grios
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| Pretty females all in my life
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| Yup, thats how it had to be so now I call one my wife
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| Give me my order organic
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| I need my border Hispanic
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| I mean I love it in Cali
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| But out in Maui its woww-wee
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| So, somebody get me a ticket
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| No need for packing a biscuit
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| I want more laughing and giggling
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| Need more passion and wisdom
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| Give some and take some
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| I dont want no fake ones
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| If I need new friends then Ill make some
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| Chorus
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| Verse 3 (Eligh)
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| Put your hands up high when I step on stage
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| God to my side microphone on blaze
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| Wanna be on point, brand new white shoes
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| Need to be in the cut, cause I paid my dues
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| Need to hear good news, when I make moves
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| Need to make music if I wanna eat food
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| Need to make a meeting if I wanna stay clean
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| Dont wanna be a dope fiend
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| Keeping that beam up, on the back of my neck
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| When I trek with a team on the road that be acting a wreck
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| Need a book full of hope and a bag full of tools
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| Combat the demons that sleep in my shoes
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| Need a pad and a pen to release all the pain
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| At it again, playing the game, not staying the same
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| Changing the patterns of thought on a man
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| Cause Im all in Refrain (The Grouch)
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| Its all or nothing baby
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| Its never, ever maybe
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| You think I might be crazy
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| But I gotta be all in! |
| (X2)
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| Refrain (Pigeon John)
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| Its all or nothing baby
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| Its never, ever maybe
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| You think I might be crazy
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| But I gotta be all in! |
| (X2)
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| Chorus |