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Everynight I stack my bands up, way up, way up high Everynight I stack my bands up, way up, way up h- If you sad then put your hands up, way up, way up high Every album pick the fans up, every single time If you're lost or feeling broken, swear that we'll be fine Every night we fight our omens, always in our mind Always lost, always gone, always asks what's up with Josh You don't talk, round the clock, always work, no he don't stop Everyday's another struggle, finding it hard to breathe The world around me starts to crumble, I'm finding it hard to be Started smoking 'cause I'm feeling way too anxious How the fuck can I be stressed with all these Franklin's I don't how this shit started, I can't trace it Ironic God put me through Hell, he's fucking shameless Everynight I stack my bands up, way up, way up high Everynight I stack my bands up, way up, way up h- If you sad then put your hands up, way up, way up high Every album pick the fans up, every single time If you're lost or feeling broken, swear that we'll be fine Every night we fight our omens, always in our mind If you sad then put your hands up, way up, way up high Every album pick the fans up, every single time If you're lost or feeling broken, swear that we'll be fine Every night we fight our omens In my mind, it's a climb Every single night, getting high Got the pills by my side, too many lines I'll be fine, every single night Everynight I stack my bands up, way up, way up high Everynight I stack my bands up, way up, way up h- If you sad then put your hands up, way up, way up high Every album pick the fans up, every single time If you're lost or feeling broken, swear that we'll be fine Every night we fight our omens, always in our mind
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