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FDon't know if I believe in god But sometFimes I pray Am Because the way I was raised Keeps Gme afraid
F A scientist that has to hFave his way Am I subsist of a steady dGiet of shame
FI hope AmI can forgFive me For hFaving the nAmerve to exGist FI hope Amsomeone can hFelp me FMake some sAmense of thFis
F I work a ten hour grave F From nine to seven Am And I can't fall asleep G Until eleven past eleven
F There's no drug that I can take F That will keep me from being awake Am Past my, pGast my bedtime
FTruckers are the blood in the veins of the body of FAmerica AmStates are the arms and the legs and the brains and the Geyes FThere's a disease spreading from organ to Forgan And Amyou are the white blood cell that fGixes the problem
FYou don't kAmnow your own Fpower FYou don't kAmnow what you're Gworth FYou don't rAmecognize your vFalor And untiFl you do, nothing you do will mGatter
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