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Relax in time,
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from the pain you've been.
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I don't know anything,
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but I can read what's on your face.
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Just on moment,
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just one more to struggle.
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We all want everything,
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but we all can't fit in the door.
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Seven tries,
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head to wall,
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hurts your head.
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Sort of trust,
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that you'll get.
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What you paid for soon.
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Seven tries,
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head to wall,
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just to get cut.
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And it's only time,
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it's what you make it.
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I don't know what it brings.
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Hope for the good, hope from despair.
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A second, just on moment,
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just one more to trust.
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Some time you'll get to see,
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you where you want to be.
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Seven tries,
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head to wall,
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hurts your head.
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Sort of trust,
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that you'll get.
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What you paid for soon.
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Seven tries,
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head to wall,
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just to get cut.
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It's what you break down.
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It's just a second.
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A thrown in towel is the first thing.
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Can't tell if it's the time that your gonna throw.
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Push through or you¡¯ll never get,
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to see what you gave up,
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passed on.
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Seven tries,
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head to wall,
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hurts your head.
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Sort of trust,
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|
that you'll get.
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What you paid for soon.
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Seven tries,
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head to wall.
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Head to Wall
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| quicksand |
