| Wake up in the morning and I’m vacant
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| Lord don’t take my soul when I’m forsaken
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| Back against the wall, I’m 'bout to break it
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| Catch me if I fall and I can’t take it
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| I don’t think we’ll make it
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| I don’t think we’ll make it
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| (I can’t make it)
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| Feeling lost on the path I’ve been paving
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| Sick of lying, feel like dying, no more faking
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| Someone get me the fuck up out of this basement
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| Don’t even know if I’ma make it
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| Blacked out, now I’m laying on the pavement
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| Slowed down, yeah, I can’t hear what you’re saying
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| I fall apart, I can feel my body breaking
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| But if you want to me to
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| I could stay home like I always do
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| Stuck in my head, I hope I make it through
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| I’m stuck in my head, I hope you make it too
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| Wake up in the morning and I’m vacant
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| Lord don’t take my soul when I’m forsaken
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| Back against the wall, I’m 'bout to break it
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| Catch me if I fall and I can’t take it
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| I don’t think we’ll make it
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| I don’t think we’ll make it
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| (I can’t make it)
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| Feeling lost on the path I’ve been paving
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| She wanna sleep in but her pills on a timer
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| Wanna make friends, think they all will define her
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| Think she with a poet but she really with a rhymer
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| I will be a prophet, quit my job at the diner
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| Wanna dig deep but my team we are climbers
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| Wanna live my dreams but I can’t get behind her
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| Nothing’s what it seems, on the beach with a dime
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| Counting money in my sleep so you know I’m feeling fine, yeah
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| Wake up in the morning and I’m vacant
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| Lord don’t take my soul when I’m forsaken
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| Back against the wall, I’m 'bout to break it
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| Catch me if I fall and I can’t take it
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| Wake up in the morning and I’m popping just like bacon
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| If I want that shit then I’ma take it
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| Thinking that you know me boy, you must be mistaken
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| Nah, I don’t fuck with none that fake shit
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| I’ma get that cheque run it up, yuh
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| Now you know I never gave a fuck, nah
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| They lining up to say wassup now
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| But I can’t talk I’m on a comedown
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| Wake up in the morning and I’m vacant
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| Lord don’t take my soul when I’m forsaken
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| Back against the wall, I’m 'bout to break it
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| Catch me if I fall and I can’t take it
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| I don’t think we’ll make it
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| I don’t think we’ll make it
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| (I can’t make it)
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| Feeling lost on the path I’ve been paving
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| Sick of lying, feel like dying, no more faking
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| Someone get me the fuck up out of this basement
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| All this shit just don’t make sense
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| Without dollars, without cents
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| Let me talk, let me vent now
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| All this shit just don’t make sense
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| I’m staring up at that fence
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| 'Cause heaven look like a penthouse |