so i go down to my deepest depths
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and lost the things i'd learned to accept
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like faith in promises
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and i think about the truth i hold
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compared to the bitter fruits of getting old
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just like my father says
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this is a test to see if my worst still can beat my best
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this is a test, a measurement of my failure at success
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it's just my sophomore jinx
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it's all come back to me
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i built up bad times in the cracks in my securities
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but will i steer right?
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will my laundry stay white?
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whenever i lose sight of my plight?
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but i still turn my back look the other way sustain myself, all work no play
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it's life but it's far form living
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and my views become naturally corrupt
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when my friends and enemies get mixed up
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my lesson's learned after the fact
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and so my palms get sweaty
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and i can't read the answers on my hands
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The Week Of August 1st
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| Impossibles |
