What did I have to lose
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Being negative
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I bled through the snow
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Then never sat down
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It's clear for today
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You're sleazy at night
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And soon as we heal
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We will run
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Or start swinging
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For below there begging for it
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I'm on my way, never settle
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Always learning
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People they beg us for it
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I'm on my way
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Better settle
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Almost there
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This might just feed the
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Mother of all our needs
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Turning over here
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Luck must fight over me
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And never give in to
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Weird out the soul
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Replace it with salt
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I live within sight of
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This medicine man how perfectly
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Sure of this circus
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I start swinging
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We start swinging
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'Cause this might just feed
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The mother of all needs
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Turning over, heard it oh so clear
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The mother of all our needs
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Turning over, heard it oh so
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Just run them off
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Or grab and hold
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Below there begging for it
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I'm on my way, never settle
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Always learning
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People they beg us for it
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I'm on my way
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Better settle
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Almost there
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This might just feed
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The mother of all needs
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Turning over, heard it oh so clear
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The mother of all our needs
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Turning over, heard it oh so clear
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This Circus
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Chevelle |