INTRO

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VERSE 1
                                                                                     
          
I broke free o

             
n a Saturday m

              
orning, I put 

             
the pedal too 

     
the floor
             
Headed north o

           
n Mills Avenue

             
 and listened 

              
to the engine 

  
roar

                   
                   

              
My broken hous

             
e behind me an

   
d good things 

ahead,
              
a girl named C

         
athy wants a l

              
ittle of my ti

   
me

              
Six cylinders 

             
underneath the

         
 hood crashing

 and kicking
         
aha! listen to

              
 the engine wh


ine


CHORUS
             
I am going to 

         
make it throug

             
h this year if

       
 it kill me
             
I am going to 

         
make it though

             
 this year if 

       
it kills me

VERSE 2
             
I played video

              
 games in a dr

        
unken haze,
             
I was seventee

  
n years young
             
Hurt my knuckl

              
es punching th

    
e machines
             
the taste of s

             
cotch rich on 

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my tongue

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And then Cathy

              
 showed up and

      
 we hung out
             
trading swigs 

              
from a bottle 

              
all bitter and

 
 clean
             
locking eyes h

             
olding hands
             
twin high main

            
tenance machin

es

CHORUS
             
I am going to 

         
make it throug

             
h this year if

       
 it kill me
             
I am going to 

         
make it though

             
 this year if 

       
it kills me

BRIDGE
           
I drove home i

              
n the Californ

     
ia dusk,
           
I could feel t

              
he alcohol ins

          
ide of me hum
           
Pictured the l

              
ook on my step

          
father's face,
             
ready for the 

              
bad things to 


come.

VERSE 3
             
I down shifted

              
 as I pulled i

           
nto the drivew

ay,
             
the motor scre

              
aming out stuc

          
k in second ge


ar
             
The scene ends

              
 badly as you 

           
might imagine
             
in a cavalcade

              
 of anger and 

 
fear
             
There will be 

              
feasting and d

        
ancing in Jeru

            
salem next yea

r

CHORUS
             
I am going to 

         
make it throug

             
h this year if

       
 it kill me
             
I am going to 

         
make it though

             
 this year if 

       
it kills me