| This is my life
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| This is the death of me
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| This is the air I breathe, the food I eat, everything sustaining
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| This is sabotage and it is poisoning
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| A blackened eye
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| A tired heart lonely
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| I will wake to work then work till sleep, dream a bit, repeat
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| I am cursed to debt, to lack security
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| But I am blessed to stand with you and sing
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| We have given chase to regretless days, disregarding what we lack
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| If it takes a million miles we’ll find the time, we’ll get that gas
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| There are moments I doubt it we’ll ever make it back
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| There are times when I don’t question that
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| My body aches
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| And my voice is gone
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| I don’t know the date, the state, the floor that I am sleeping on
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| But I wouldn’t trade this now for any sum
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| 'Cause money can’t buy momentum
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| We have given chase to regretless days, disregarding what we lack
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| If it takes a million miles we’ll find the time, we’ll get that gas
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| There are moments I doubt if we’ll ever make it back
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| There are times when I don’t question that…
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| …we'll get away with this |