They sink down deeper
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While still dodging the creeper
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Of the blue collar classic motif
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Let it fall into the sea
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With your perfect posture
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Still a crooked spine
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While the flume you protect starts to leak
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Can't buy pride with good intentions
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Whoa whoa
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I fee l like I'm a saint
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Whoa whoa
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But I'm treated like a ghost
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You starve for attention
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But you've been biting the bullet for years
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You betrayed my trust
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To learn my secrets
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And manifest my fears
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The cause and effect
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For the simple minded
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It's pulled you in
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The ugliness whose pocket book you've loaded
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Can't buy luck with no religion
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Drifting through life without a trace
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Heaven won't take me
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But Hell can't wait
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You can't break this spell
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You can save me
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You can't right my wrongs
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You can't part the sea
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Heaven wasn't built to hold me
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Whoa whoa
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I feel like I'm a saint
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Whoa whoa
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But I'm living with a curse
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Heaven Wasn't Built To Hold Me
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Four Year Strong |