It's something that you tell yourself
It's something that you tell yourself, to keep from coming unwound
Yeah you tell yourself
That if I keep moving there'll be no way they can bring me down
I tell you there's an art to it
You've got to put your heart into it
Medicated sleep maybe
Bury things deep baby
If I'm fooling myself
So be it, I've got no-one else
Backing me, or ringing my bell
I tell you there's an art to it
You've got to put your heart into it
Medicated sleep maybe
Bury things deep baby
It's something that you tell yourself
It's something that you tell yourself, to keep from coming unwound
Yeah you tell yourself
That if I keep moving there'll be no way they can bring me down
I tell you there's an art to it
You've got to put your heart into it
Medicated sleep maybe
Bury things deep baby
So I've learned to push on
Smoke and mirrors, beers and song
Walk the line, carry on
It's something that you tell yourself
It's something that you tell yourself, to keep from coming unwound
Yeah you tell yourself
That if I keep moving there'll be no way they can bring me down
Yeah you tell yourself
It's something that you tell yourself, to keep from coming unwound
Yeah you tell yourself
That if I keep moving there'll be no way they can bring me down
I tell you there's an art to it
You've got to put your heart into it
Medicated sleep maybe
Bury things deep baby…

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