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Someday, I’m gonna catch a break.
They say, but is it true?
My heart is full of blood, my feet covered in mud.
And I can’t get through
To you though I try so hard.
I knew I’d never get this far.
So why am I still here? At the end of another year,
That’s three hundred and sixty-five bad days.
I’ve been let down, kicked around and wrecked.
What did you expect from living large?
I’m gonna light the fuse, shoot it for the moon.
We got nothing to loose but our minds.
I tried and tried to break my fall.
I nearly died and I lost control.
My head was full of lead as I fell into your bed
And dreamed that we might just have a chance.
As we laid down, wrestled ‘round and ‘round,
Tangled up I found that we are free.
I’m gonna light the fuse, shoot it for the moon.
We got nothing to loose but our minds.
And I finally found when the fever broke,
The limited time we have is just a joke,
And all we can hope is to dream big dreams.
I finally found what I’m looking for,
The light at the end of a corridor,
Cannon ball breaking down my door.
Someday, I’m gonna catch a break,
They say, but I don’t care.
My legs are made of steel, put the breaks on and hear them squeal.
The rails have failed to hold me down tonight.
I’ve been let down, kicked around and wrecked.
What did you expect from living large?
I’m gonna light the fuse, shoot it for the moon.
We’ve got nothing to loose but our minds.
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