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What will grow crooked you can't make straight
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It's the price that you gotta pay
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Do yourself a favor and pack your bags
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Buy a ticket and get on the train, buy a ticket and get on the train
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Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
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Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
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People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
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And lay down in the bitumen
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You have tried your best to please everyone
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But it just isn't happenin, no it just isn't happenin
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And that is fucked up, fucked up
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And this is fucked up, fucked up
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This your blind spot, blind spot
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It should be obvious, but it's not.
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You cannot kickstart a dead horse
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You just crush yourself and walk away
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I don't care what the future holds
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Cause I'm right in your arms today, with your fingers you can touch me
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I am your black swan, black swan
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And this is fucked up, fucked up
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You are fucked up, fucked up
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This is fucked up, fucked up
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Be your black swan, black swan
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I'm for spare parts, broken up