She had to much to tell
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But not a thing to say.
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They said "We hope you're doing well"
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As she cut her teeth into the day.
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Pounded on by confounded fools
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With neurotic oppressing ties.
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Beaten down by the Golden Rule
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Defending all true blessed lies.
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Hate to see you bound by conditions
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Of those with the breadfan and no life.
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Do your best, never test the restrictions,
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Why does your mother keep calling?
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Take a chance if you want and leave their world behind.
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Chalk 'em up as nothing more than Goggins on your mind.
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Watch out if you feel them crawling up and down your spine.
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Make a stand if you want to crush the Goggins of your mind.
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600 misguided miles of self-loathing diaries,
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Estranged doctor files and pills prolonging misery.
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Months and months went by, no one could figure out
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What made her sulk and cry, and what on earth she's thinkin' 'bout.
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She'd gone hunting for affection
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With delusions in search of prize.
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He begged "I already have a reflection, must you persist in stalking?"
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Let him go if you want to stop wasting all your time.
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Don't fall prey unto the Goggins of your mind,
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Break away if you feel the need to leave it all behind.
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Take a stand and wash your hands of Goggins in your mind.
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Nightmares and voices and mood swings no choice,
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Is it you, is it me, or something I can't see?
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What is the reason for this soul of treason,
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Why do yourself in this way? Doh!
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Just barely 5 feet tall, prayed for the worst to pass.
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Ridiculed he'd heard it all, never chosen, never asked.
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Sorting through the medicine when In walked his old man.
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Said "I got something for ya" and kicked him in the cans.
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"Now you can run if you want to but I doubt you will get far.
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You gotta take it to the root of all your fears and scars.
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Take a break when you find you're losing all your cool and rhyme.
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You're only being taunted by the Goggins in your mind."
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Take a chance if you want to and feel free anytime
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To chalk 'em up as nothing more than feelings so unkind.
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Break it down if you see the wall is way too high to climb.
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Here's your chance to split the skulls of Goggins in your mind.
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Ooh ohhh ohh Na na na na naa oohh
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Goggins
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| Pain (American Band) |
