Rolling over keys that dig in my side
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Try to get my ass out of bed and drive
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Feel I'm slipping day by day
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Past the time I was on my way
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Happiness and black both know, much learned
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Long and hard the way a path of twisted turns
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Disciple sift through lies, few grains of truth behold
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Explorer specter rise, the dream that brought you low
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Sentence served, you're free to be
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Siddhartha, like him he lived both sides
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A brand new day, I'm looking for a change to come around.
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Siddgartha on my mind
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Beggar pick up your crown
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Seeking all the things untried
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Disarray, this thing called life
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Happiness and black both know, much learned
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Long and hard the way a path of twisted turns
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Disciple sift through lies, few grains of truth behold
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Explorer specter rise, the dream that brought you low
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Sentence served, you're free to be
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Siddhartha, like him he lived both sides
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A brand new day, I'm looking for a change to come around.
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Siddgartha on my mind
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Beggar pick up your crown
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Siddhartha
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| Jerry Cantrell |
