Hold me down, I need a prescription
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My heart can't feel this empty anymore
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Choke them down, and hope for a reaction, or live another day at war
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Days spent dazed, a classic case
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Of mis concepted ways
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This has always been my life, will always be a place where I spend too
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Much time on hold
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The things I've done and said each day, keep haunting every move I make
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So I'll keep walking, searching for control, down this futile road
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Hold me down, my recklessness has damaged, my body beyond all repair
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I'm not down, and out yet, I'm just out and down
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The search for understanding isn't fair
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Days spent dazed, an all too common case
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Of misconcepted ways
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And after all this time nothings changed
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I've lasted all this time and nothings changed
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Futile Road
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Jamestown Story |