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        Return to Push | 
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        PROMOTE | 
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        My fingers get burnt on every hot stove   | 
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        My legs ache from testing the springs  | 
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        Pushing it while I self promote  | 
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        Or face depreciation in this life   | 
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        One final push that one last word   | 
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        Eyes closed with a reply in reserve | 
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        Because I already know your answer  | 
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        I refuse to see it any differently  | 
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        Can't stop stirring the pot  | 
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        Can't stop dreaming a lot  | 
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        Pushing it while I self promote  | 
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        Or face depreciation in this life   | 
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        Won't let go of the reigns anytime soon  | 
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        Over done .. Over tested  | 
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        Always true, but few have every tried | 
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        To push back and see what’s really inside | 
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        Can't stop my legs from working a beat  | 
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        Knees get weak but I hide the fatigue  | 
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        Pushing it while I self promote  | 
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        Or face depreciation in this life ..  | 
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        In this life of mistrust I continue to thrust  | 
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        It’s becoming my new favorite song  | 
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        So I just let go and swing my ass down low | 
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        Every hopeful the next ditty is slow  | 
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        Can't stop my heart from connecting with you  | 
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        Can’t stop my mind as it sets out to undo  | 
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        Pushing it while I self promote  | 
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        Or face depreciation in this life   | 
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        There are wonderful memories and time | 
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        That we never will have  | 
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        Because I can’t stop over seasoning a mix | 
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        It’s against my nature to just go quietly with it. | 
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