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Eight BelowEight below,And its starting to snow, I try my best, But I just can’t seem to rest, Always out on my own, No place to call my home, I’m lost, I’m never found, Face firm in the ground. I am always segregated, Chastised, Manipulated, Stabbed in the back, And taken for a ride. I must be blind, Oh it’s every time, They do the crime, And I do the time, But not anymore, No one is showing me the door, You better get out of my way, Because baby, that’s the score. Going to rip them apart, Where shall I start, A thousand places, A million miles, And a million faces. All my life, I have wanted to be someone, To do something, Unknown to none, To have someone to care, And maybe share my stare, To stay and never let me stray. Eight below, And it’s starting to snow, I try my best, But I just can’t seem to rest, Always out on my own, No place to call my home, I’m lost, I’m never found, Face firm in the ground. I am always segregated, Chastised, Manipulated, Stabbed in the back, And taken for a ride. I must be blind, It happens all the time, They do the crime, And I do the time, But not anymore, No one is showing me the door, You better get out of my way, Because baby, that’s the score. |