| If I make it that far, well, I won’t need much
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| Just a little confidence and more luck
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| Won’t need patience that comes at me in waves
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| Yeah, I can do without, just need a lift now and then
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| Sometimes these times are gone all trapped in the head
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| Ghosts all haunted with no one present
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| These drinks they’ll take you in ways you shouldn’t be
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| With girls you do want and some you shouldn’t see
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| Cinderblock walls with cracked mortar sun leaks
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| Screen phone calls and floors of concrete
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| I made it that far, it’s good enough
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| Take what you like, I won’t leave much
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| Yeah, I’ve seen a lot
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| But I ain’t seen it all
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| Yeah, I’ve said enough
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| And I meant it all
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| Mom’s in the garden holding bad news from the north
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| Rain pours and seeps into soil
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| I’m active duty on the interstates
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| All books and kerosene and night into day
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| Headlights and break lights and veins high on speed
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| I sleep when I can, I move when I need
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| Counting names with a ring in my head
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| Making new life of the memories of those who have left
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| Some is shared of all that’s kept inside
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| Love is the heart and hands grapple time
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| I made it that far, it’s good enough
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| Take what you like, I won’t leave much
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| Yeah, I’ve seen a lot
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| But I ain’t seen it all
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| Yeah, I’ve said enough
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| And I meant it all
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| I will not give up
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| I had enough |