| Going out on a weekday
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| Hoping on the collide with a soul that
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| Knows a heart from a lie when you show it
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| Sees a heart in the lie that you show
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| I’ll deny all the weak play
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| Not a style that I take any pride in
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| But the greed of my mind isn’t going
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| All the greed of my mind isn’t going away
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| Have some
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| But I’ll be taking it all again
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| Yeah, I’ll be taking it all
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| And on my way
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| And on my way
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| I wanted it all
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| Hey, I can see a little light here
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| Know that I’m ready to fight
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| Oh, but I’ll run and I’ll hide again
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| Hey, I can see a little light there
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| Know I should get up and try
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| Oh, but I’m better at hiding it
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| Going out on a weekday
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| Knowing all of my pride will dissolve in
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| All the seeds of my mind that are growing
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| Oh, the seed of my mind isn’t going away
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| Have some
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| But I’ll be taking it all again
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| Yeah, I’ll be taking it all
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| And on my way
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| And on my way
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| I wanted it all
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| Hey, I can see a little light here
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| Know that I’m ready to fight
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| Oh, but I’ll run and I’ll hide again
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| Hey, I can see a little light there
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| Know I should get up and try
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| Oh, but I’m better at hiding it
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| When I’ll wait
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| For the dueling to get a little cold again
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| Then no one but I will know me
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| When all of my light ends
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| When I’ll wait
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| For the dueling to get a little cold again
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| Then no one but I will know me
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| When all of my light ends
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| When I’ll wait
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| I can see a little light here
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| Know that I’m ready to fight
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| Oh, but I’ll run and I’ll hide again
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| When I’ll wait
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| I can see a little light there
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| Know I should get up and try
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| Oh, but I’m better at hiding it |