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Return to Push |
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PROMOTE |
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My fingers get burnt on every hot stove |
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My legs ache from testing the springs |
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Pushing it while I self promote |
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Or face depreciation in this life |
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One final push that one last word |
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Eyes closed with a reply in reserve |
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Because I already know your answer |
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I refuse to see it any differently |
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Can't stop stirring the pot |
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Can't stop dreaming a lot |
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Pushing it while I self promote |
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Or face depreciation in this life |
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Won't let go of the reigns anytime soon |
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Over done .. Over tested |
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Always true, but few have every tried |
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To push back and see what’s really inside |
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Can't stop my legs from working a beat |
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Knees get weak but I hide the fatigue |
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Pushing it while I self promote |
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Or face depreciation in this life .. |
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In this life of mistrust I continue to thrust |
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It’s becoming my new favorite song |
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So I just let go and swing my ass down low |
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Every hopeful the next ditty is slow |
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Can't stop my heart from connecting with you |
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Can’t stop my mind as it sets out to undo |
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Pushing it while I self promote |
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Or face depreciation in this life |
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There are wonderful memories and time |
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That we never will have |
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Because I can’t stop over seasoning a mix |
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It’s against my nature to just go quietly with it. |
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