" how many times will they do it, takin' what's mine and tell me that I blew it. what can you do? catchin my breath is the term I use when the world gives up on me. I don't mind takin' lives I find. they all shine in my pocket. You wonder why your always alone, you never fit in you never could find a home, well I don't need to second guess why your
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