Son, take it from me it's in the little victories that keep you shaking hands with defeat, yeah son, I'll tell you reality isn't all it's cracked up to be but the years go lightning fast that I just can't help but See we believed it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you're growing old you always do what you're told going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope Son, take it from me life's more than the floors of this factory and working forty hours every single week son, I'll tell you reality isn't living down on your knees but my life's gone in a flash and I just can't help but See we believed it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you're growing old you a
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| - Son, take it from me it's in the little victories that keep you shaking hands with defeat, yeah son, I'll tell you reality isn't all it's cracked up to be but the years go lightning fast that I just can't help but See we believed it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you're growing old you always do what you're told going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope Son, take it from me life's more than the floors of this factory and working forty hours every single week son, I'll tell you reality isn't living down on your knees but my life's gone in a flash and I just can't help but See we believed it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you're growing old you a
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| - Son, take it from me it's in the little victories that keep you shaking hands with defeat, yeah son, I'll tell you reality isn't all it's cracked up to be but the years go lightning fast that I just can't help but See we believed it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you're growing old you always do what you're told going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope Son, take it from me life's more than the floors of this factory and working forty hours every single week son, I'll tell you reality isn't living down on your knees but my life's gone in a flash and I just can't help but See we believed it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you're growing old you always do what you're told going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite mouthfuls of rotting dynamite you call this living a normal life we're not living a normal life We still believe it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you're growing old you always do what you're told going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope We still believe it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you'll be walking the tightrope you always do what you're told going up in smoke and you're a ghost you know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope
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