Woke up late this morning
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right beside a garbage can
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the last thing he remembers
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is that bottle in his hand
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hasn't had decent meal
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in six or seven days
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his girlfriend left him and
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now he's left with nothing left to say
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they gave him money they rebuilt his life
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they gave him a home a car almost a wife
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they quickly helped him solve his problems
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and made it seem like it was free
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hey man we've turned around
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you work for us for now
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it's now your destiny
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every morning he heads
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to the temple and prays
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to a god he doesn't know
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and he can't push away
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he feels controlled the trap is shut
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he's got nowhere to go
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an endless cycle is what
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he has got himself into
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what now?
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they've got control of him
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and he can't do a thing
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his so called friends
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have even tried to brainwash him
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there's not much he can do
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he's already sucked in
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like eveyone else is
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Hope
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