Strain living with a name
They get the best of me
But I'm no walker away
No complaint
I got much to gain
so they keep testing me
And I keep feeding their face
They could go off and hit the road
What would I care?
hell i ain't going nowhere
I got the reigns and courage I was made of
And they've got fake love
So I know I must show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my soul
Pearls and necklaces and girls
and all the pretty things I ain't seeking to have
It's safe to say if I don't get this out of me I might quite easily
End up dead or just mad
Cross my t's and try to dot my i's
But that's just blinding me and I ain't living that way
I roll my sleeves and make a better man of me
Or I might easily
Just give up on this show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my soul
I must show
It's my show
I must go
With my soul
Not my hand
Where I stand
It's my role
It's my soul
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