| I awaken bloodshot and sore
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| Another days heat another days scorn!
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| I awaken bloodshot and sore
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| Bruised and worn from the day before
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| Reluctantly I place my feet on the floor
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| Then I venture on through that door
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| Onward into the days heat
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| As unforgiving concrete passes underneath me
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| I lock eyes with myself and I ask honestly am I really, really complete?
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| Finding comfort in stability
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| These words are all foreign to me
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| Constant grind to make ends meet
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| These words have more familiarity
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| Is there more or is this what I am destined for?
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| Arise and sleep a constant grind to make ends meet
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| I awaken bloodshot and sore
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| Another days heat another days scorn!
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| The grit built up beneath my nails
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| Tells the story of a man that refuses to fail
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| Bruised and worn from the day before
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| Another days heat another days scorn
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| I awaken bloodshot and sore
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| Bruised and worn from the day before
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| Reluctantly I place my feet on the floor
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| Then once more I head through that door
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| Is there more or is this what I am destined for?
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| Arise and sleep, a constant grind to make ends meet
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| Break my back a thousand times
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| I try to tell myself everything will be fine
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| Another day another dollar
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| Don’t surrender this fight! |
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