Текст песни
Grew
up
with
hand
me
downs,
middle
child
of
seven
If
I
stepped
out
of
line
wouldn't
get
into
heaven
How
can
control
get
played
off
as
protection
When
it
leads
to
a
sip
of
resentment
Lost
count
of
the
bottles,
blackouts,
and
prescriptions
I'd
go
out
at
10,
then
wake
up
in
the
kitchen
Numb
all
the
pain
with
a
self-made
condition
Til
it
leads
to
my
last
bad
decision
A
dead
end
disguised
as
a
way
out
What
am
I
looking
for?
Another
close
call
Another
memory
to
push
down
To
run
from
the
storm
Like
it's
never
my
fault
That
I'm
stuck
in
a
merry
go
round
It's
not
like
I
don't
hate
it
here
I'm
one
foot
closer
every
year
to
the
final
pour
What
am
I
looking
for?
Got
kicked
out
of
school,
never
graduated
I
changed
who
I
was
til
I
became
who
I
hated
Someone
who
forgot
how
the
hell
they
got
home
Someone
who
tempts
being
six
feet
below
A
dead
end
disguised
as
a
way
out
What
am
I
looking
for?
Another
close
call
Another
memory
to
push
down
To
run
from
the
storm
Like
it's
never
my
fault
That
I'm
stuck
in
a
merry
go
round
It's
not
like
I
don't
hate
it
here
I'm
one
foot
closer
every
year
To
the
final
pour
What
am
I
looking
for?
What
am
I
looking
for?
To
feel
like
myself
in
my
own
skin
What
am
I?
To
find
all
the
pieces
I'm
missin'
What
am
I?
A
purpose,
or
some
kind
of
reason
to
live
When
will
I
stop
giving
in?
What
am
I
looking
for?
Another
close
call
Another
memory
to
push
down
To
run
from
the
storm
What
am
I
looking
for?
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