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People walk around pushing back their debts,
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets,
Talkin about nothin, not thinkin about death,
Every little heartbeat, every little breath.
People walk a tight rope on a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons.
It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen
Or a thought or a word or a sentence.
There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they always been and they intend to stay
I don’t know why I say the things I say, but I say them anyway.
But love will come set me free
-Aint no reason, brett dennen
