I'll tell you how the stories told I always wanted so much more
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And way on down the road I caught a glimpse of the sunlight
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Working on my favorite thing using every piece of me
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Drinking, and smoking, and fucking, and making nothing
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I didn't do it for money, I did it all for free
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I did it all to fill the fucking hole inside of me
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So far it's working out, everything's different now
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So far
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So far the mean machine hasn't got the best of me
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So far
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Think about what you know forget about what your told
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See how your story grows and let it come from your own mind
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Do all your favorite things cover it with all your dreams
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Breathe it, and smoke it, and fuck it and make it something
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I'll tell you how the stories told I always wanted so much more
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And way on down the road I caught a glimpse of the sunlight
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So Far
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| Buckcherry |
