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was...I'll never be" is what we'd like to think but the others see And our lives begin to fade away We look for something or someone to save us Try

Square peg stuck in a round hole. As long as I'm stuck in this place, where minds are sold. I'm smart enough to know That I'm gonna get this right before

And here's to us, at least we give a damn, And take the time to examine our fucked up lives. And it's never too late to be what you might have been, It's

who call the shots While shots are fired far from all their summer homes and yachts. Every day that passes you know we don't do anything, And another mother's

be a journeyman My mother works, my father works My brother works and now I work That's all I do is work, work, work, work, work Lots of pride I get from work

rosy-cheeked? Yeah. I bet you think McDonald's is run by a clown, too. I drink! I drink often. Whiskey is my poison. It's a work/stress thing. Work...

And now the project Is talking that somebody gotta die shit It's logic As long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man smoke Know how to expand coke