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You can't just get up and leave babe, it gets old. Won't you fight till your dying day, if you never strike gold. I thought there'd be a heaven, when I lost my father. But all I got was silence Pretty young thing shock hurts like a heartburn. So go harder and let loose, Someones gotta pay for that education. The Lost Art of Pulling Through, someone gotta tell me how, To breathe harder from the noose, No ones gonna pay for that education. The Lost Art of Pulling Through someones gotta tell me how. We believed we were something, cause that's what we were told. Built your life on a promise, well what do we know? If I was betting woman, I would have listened to my brothers. Pretty young thing shock hurts like a heartburn And I know you can't believe it. So go harder and let loose someones gotta pay for that education, The Lost Art of Pulling Through, someones gotta tell me how. To breathe harder, from the noose No ones gonna pay for that education The Lost Art of Pulling Through, someones gotta tell me how. So go harder and let loose, someones gonna pay for this education. The Lost Art of Pulling Through, someones gotta tell me how To breathe harder, from the noose No ones gonna pay for that education The Lost Art of Pulling Through, someones gotta Tell Me How. Tell Me.
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