| Make my way
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| I’ll make my way, believe me
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| Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
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| They say that sleep is the cousin of death
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| And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath
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| Make my way
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| I’ll make my way, believe me
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| Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
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| They say that sleep is the cousin of death
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| And so I keep pushing forward to my last breath
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| I haven’t slept in almost three whole nights
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| The sun, it hurts my eyes
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| And I prefer the night when, the world it doesn’t move
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| My brain don’t feel right, feels computerized
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| Don’t switch, consume my mind
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| Chemicals don’t seem to suit
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| So I lie away, just making decent breaks
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| It’s like the music takes me to a place where there’s no pain
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| So I make my way, yeah I make my way
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| Make my way
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| I’ll make my way, believe me
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| Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
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| They say that sleep is the cousin of death
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| And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath
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| Make my way
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| I’ll make my way, believe me
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| Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
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| They say that sleep is the cousin of death
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| And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath
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| My world is shaped like bedroom floors and skirting boards
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| My brain is all but crystal clear
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| It’s 4:30 a.m. here, on my laptop in full gear
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| Making beats that play my speakers
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| Seek to reach the hemisphere
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| Sun, it rises, fills the skies, alludes me like a cavalier
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| I feel hope but yet so broke
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| I walk a rope, the tightest rope
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| I cannot escape, my mind is broke
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| My thoughts are inside the microscope
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| And I’m soaked, swimmin' in seas full of salt
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| Drowning in solitude, drowning my thoughts
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| Swimmin' in rivers of babylon
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| Bubbling, troubling and holding me down by my throat
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| I try to be that joke
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| I’m clinging onto hope
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| The problems of this world live in the lump inside my throat
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| I’ve fallen hard from grace, my angels hide their face but hey
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| I’ll make my way
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| Make my way
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| I’ll make my way, believe me
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| Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
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| They say that sleep is the cousin of death
|
| And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath
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| Make my way
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| I’ll make my way, believe me
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| Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
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| They say that sleep is the cousin of death
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| And so I keep pushing forward to my last breath
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| What-what-what-what went wrong?
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| What went wrong, went wrong?
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| Wrong, wrong
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| W-w-w-w-went wrong
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| Wrong
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| What went wrong? |