Once again you've made your point
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But it never really makes a difference
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The only problem is that it's
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Lying on the floor
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So you want to pick it up
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It's always been in your court
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Just like they've always said
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On the floor it will remain
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Push your luck o hold your cards up high
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A sense of time, but no sense of danger
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If only possible to bluff your own way out
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In the line of days been saved
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To show and use as compensation
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No day lives stronger than the day
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I held my own
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They told me to watch where I would stand
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On thin ice or shaky ground and I would fall right in
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It's taken time to rummage through
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Events that paved the way
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All this time I'm keeping track
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Of ones to keep and ones to throw away
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My willingness to live carefree and unobtrusive
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Has been trampled by the strain so many know.
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And the tragic thing is being what's around you
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Ignoring all the signs that let it go
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Tired, I'm very tired
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Can you see me rounding back to home
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Wired, I'm very wired
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Can you see me rounding back to home
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