| I got this sensation in my chest
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| It pulls like vines ‘cross my solar plexus
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| A self-esteem lower than the state of Texas
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| My courage’s shooting blanks at a bulletproof vest
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| I’m restless
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| A wave is coming
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| It’s coming
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| It’s, it’s coming on
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| A wave is coming
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| I turn and run
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| Broken smile
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| All I hate I’ve become
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| One more hit, then I quit
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| Yesterday I baked an eighth
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| You devil clouds, you blow away
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| Yesterday I prayed and prayed
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| You devil clouds would blow away
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| Same old shit, more or less
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| Getting higher than the peak of Mount Everest
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| Spinnin' like the pieces in a game of Tetris
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| And burning every bridge that can possibly exist
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| I’m reckless
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| A wave is coming
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| It’s coming
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| It’s, it’s coming on
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| A wave is coming
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| I turn and run
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| Broken smile
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| All I hate I’ve become
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| One more hit, then I quit
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| Yesterday I baked an eighth
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| You devil clouds, you blow away
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| Yesterday I prayed and prayed
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| You devil clouds would blow away
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| I got these old issues unaddressed
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| Deliver me from evil via Federal Express
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| Rock bottom’s up
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| Happy hour, what a mess
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| I’m crashing like a tidal wave in cardiac arrest
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| Broken smile
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| All I hate I’ve become
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| One more hit, then I quit
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| Yesterday I baked an eighth
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| You devil clouds, you blow away
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| Yesterday I prayed and prayed
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| You devil clouds would blow away
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| You devil clouds would blow away
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| You devil clouds would blow away
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| You devil clouds would blow away
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| You devil clouds would blow away |