Let go off "“ that grip, what's holding you?
With your laces tied together
You won't see no dreams come true
Get up, get up "“ Get going
Break the weakest link and leave it all behind
And that dawning light will cure
And now you're southbound
You know where to find me
You won't "“ find salvation here
Just a faded list of fucked up wasted years
Get up, get up "“ Get going
When you're standing in wet concrete
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