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I can only sing it loudalways try to sing it clearwhat the hell are we all doing heremaking too much of nothingor creating one unholy messan unfair study in survival, I guessbut it always comes down towhat to do when it's all around youand this tightwire actleaving us here for dead to news of the worldand liquor piles up aheaddodging those with words of powerforever on their breathwhen the quality of life gets tripped upstrangled like deathit seems it's getting harder out thereespecially without time enough to seetrue to life is another hangovertrue to life is more and more politicstrue to life is always having to look over your shouldertrue to life is assembly-line sicknessbut it always comes down towhat to do when it's all around youand this tightwire actleaving us here for dead to news of the worldand liquor piles up aheaddodging those with words of powerforever on their breathwhen the quality of life gets tripped upand strangled like deathit seems it's getting harder out thereespecially without time enough to see
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