I get knocked down
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I get back up
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But I'm not gonna run away.
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I've got too much to think about
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to even try to hide
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So when my life gets way too big
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Well fuck it, that's my life.
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If you wanna dance
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You gotta pay the band
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What once was hard to understand
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Is something I've accepted
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As a condition to this life
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THE TRUTH WILL CHANGE AS SOON AS YOU FEEL ORGANIZED INSIDE
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But who am I to give you direction anyway?
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Stupid me trying to speak but stuttering
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You see for yourself, or you fuck yourself
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Ida know nothing no more.
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There are times when I feel like it's time
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To hold my nose and shut my mouth
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(shut your mouth shit-head)
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Cause people talk so much shit
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You see it on their teeth
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When they smile
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When they talk
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The conversation stinks
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I don't talk too loud
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(not like I used to)
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The more I see the more I think
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Experience breaks me down to
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A lever that helps me recognize
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And see things as they be
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I can study what I see
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And what It means to me
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But who am I to give you direction anyway?
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Stupid me trying to speak but stuttering
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You see for yourself, or you fuck yourself
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Ida know nothing no more.
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They never knew that I existed
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'Til they saw something they didn't like
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Now they try to drag me down
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With all their rumours and their words of spite
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Though it bums me out a little
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It don't matter too much what they say
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Cause it's never said to my face
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But they keep on talkin' anyway
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You respect would be nice
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But I don't need it
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Disapprove of my life
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But I still live it.
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Ida Know
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| 30 Foot Fall |
