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we been mossin and borrow so young, all the days and nights, we been washing and then breaking our bones, and you know that's right, we been moving on our own now too, just to make it all time, you can live or sing it out so, we can make it if we try, we been looking in the burning sun, 'til the day it is off, when we making our way back home, it's no time to clear floor, and the mislead it will be off soon, cannot take anymore, pressure it for a moment of speed, give 'em back out the window, in the morning of the boring day, i think that with no way, no beginning or no end these days, woken up it doesn't say, days they turn into months then years, pass the blunt,pass it by, you can live or sing it out so, we can make it if we try, all the work that you do, all the money you make, still it seems like it's hard to get by, while you pushing and shoving, it's something for nothing, at least that's what you willin' to try, i know it's never easy, to wake up in the morning time, and living isn't easy, only your life's on the line