Hello again, my dear old friend
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Is it that time again?
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Is this the end?
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The beat goes on and on, with such sweet grace
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But I'm just out of time,
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I'm out of place
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I found rebellion in self destruction
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I need to find a place to lay my head
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I walk then I crawl
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I'm thankful to be moving at all
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Considering all the places, I've been on the way
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Some people build towers, I just dig holes,
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On my way down again, Hey
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On my back in the gutter
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And I've seen this place before,
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How do you make it look so easy
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When the wolves are at the door?
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Contrition is, a bedfellow of mine,
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In my defense I'm wasted, the beat goes on and on
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I couldn't stop it even if I tried
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I found rebellion in self destruction
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I need to find a place to lay my head.
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I walk then I crawl, I'm thankful to be moving at all
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Considering all the places I've been on the way
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Some people build towers, I just dig holes,
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On my way down again,
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I walk then I crawl
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I'm thankful to be moving at all
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Considering all the places, I've been on the way
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Some people build towers, I just dig holes,
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On my way down again
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I walk then I crawl
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I'm thankful to be moving at all
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Considering all the places, I've been on the way
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Some people build towers, I just dig holes,
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On my way down again
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Towers (On My Way)
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Young Guns |