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By My Side

They blazed a trail I dared to run
They built this world and I have come
I need another, like a brother
For a cryin' shoulder
This could be the last time
You will stand by my side
I can feel my soul it's bleeding
Will you fly with me this evening
Sober mind time now is gone
They carved my body not of stone
A pretty maze emptiness
I've said the hell with all the rest


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Not Enough

Seven days underpaid
Gotta give it up
Got no time for this life
That I�m livin� up
Shackled down, kicked around
Now slave to the grind
Need some time for myself

I�ll give you anything that
You want me to
But I don�t have the time
So I�ll get up with you
If you don�t understand
Man you�ve got to believe
There is too much of you
But there is not enough of me
There is not enough of me

Same old song
World moves on
While I�m still in bed
Meet tomorrow today
Just to get ahead
Jump the gun on the run
Am I the only one
Who thinks that
I�m fallin� behind?

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