| Yeah, I got problems
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| Worse ones than Saddam had
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| And I, and I, I really got em bad
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| (Hold on, baby boy just listen to the old song)
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| (Here it comes, let me sing it out)
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| It’s like there’s no end to this dark tunnel that I’m walking through
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| I’m praying on my knees and I don’t know who I’m talking to
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| (Hold on, baby boy just listen to the old song)
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| (Here it comes, let me sing it out)
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| I’m in my own grave again, cutting through the rubble
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| With these blisters on my hands from the same old shovel, and I
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| (Hold on, baby boy just listen to the old song)
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| (Here it comes, let me sing it out)
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| And just when I thought that I hit the rock bottom
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| I broke through, and found me a lower low to go to
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| (Hold on, baby boy just listen to the old song)
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| (Here it comes, let me sing it out)
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| Right now, I feel like I need to just sing
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| Help me breathe
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| One last breath before you go
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| (You're alright, it’ll all be done before you know)
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| Cause I’m alone and afraid, and once you’re gone
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| I just don’t know
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| (You'll be alright)
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| (That long dark road will guide you)
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| (That long dark road will guide you)
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| Uh, I’m pacing in this damn cage
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| Trying to fix a fatal wound with a band-aid
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| (Hold on, baby boy just listen to the old song)
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| (Here it comes, let me sing it out)
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| And you better believe it, I been cold
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| And I been hurt, and this storm is man-made
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| (Hold on, baby boy just listen to the old song)
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| (Here it comes, let me sing it out)
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| Cause it’s gone, and it’s here
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| Then it’s far, then it’s near
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| And the moment that I feel like I done handled it
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| It all disappears and I cry
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| (Hold on, baby boy just listen to the old song)
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| (Here it comes, let me sing it out)
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| And if I don’t discover a way to escape
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| Soon, from this treacherous place and the hell I can’t face
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| I’m giving up
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| (It's just getting to where it isn’t worth another try, and so I say)
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| It’s so dark, and so cold
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| (That long dark road will guide you)
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| And you’d be a millionaire, if the tears you’ve cried were made of gold
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| When the bottom falls out of it all, and
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| Oh, that wound, you never know it could hurt so bad
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| (That long dark road will guide you)
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| The only hope we have is that
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| (That long dark road will guide you) |