| How can I save myself?
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| When the path that I’ve been walking leads straight to hell
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| Is there something for sale?
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| Can you convince me that it ain’t just another walk in the park?
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| And the road that I’ve been walkin' up from the start is my heart
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| And I can wear it on my sleeve until they rip it apart
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| And continue on my journey to try to get to the top
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| And it’ll never stop and I refuse to believe
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| That immortals only measured by selling a CD
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| Not enough from me, give me the keys to my cemetery gates
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| And I’ll picture your fate that I can make it
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| Shine a little light if you can
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| Cause on the trip where I’m headed, it’s never gonna end
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| Whether you climb a mountain on your journey to be here
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| (There's a long road just ahead what if it leads to nowhere?)
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| What if it leads to nowhere? |
| x3
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| They say to live your life and make your decisions
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| And twist your perception and everybody’s changin' but you
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| Everybody’s patient but who got the reason
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| Or the passion to do it just like you do?
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| If it wasn’t for mistakes, you wouldn’t have made a thing
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| In a heartbeat, I’d bet you’d do it all over again
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| In a wind’s age, took you ages
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| To come full circle as you progress
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| Through fast at many paces
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| Growing pains and stages, been there done that
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| On to bigger things now and ain’t no turning back
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| Got your shit on track and forward destination
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| But you don’t know where you’re going so you call it a vacation
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| Eighty-five on the side street floating
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| Wondering why me, I’ve got the underground going
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| And the mainstream hoping that money will be the root of my evil
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| And people only believing until the sequel
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| That something equal will come along and try to defeat ya
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| In the end I’ll be standing on the top like a beacon
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| Spitting that evil, get ya hyped like a wiccan
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| Now that’s some shit to believe in
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| They say I’m lost but then I find myself
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| In the middle of nowhere what does it cost
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| To purchase piece of mind, my sanity’s crumbling
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| I’m under the raincloud with lighting, thundering
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| Stumbling, fumbling, far from perfection
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| Without wicked words they’ll withered like an infection
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| Can we be the medicine to save you once again
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| You might be lost but you’re surrounded by family and friends |