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It's the kind of heavy heat That makes it hard to breathe It's the kind of heat that makes you lose your mind It's like treading water In a deep, deep river But the bank is just too steep to climb It's like winter hiking On a frozen-over path And trying not to fall and break your ass It's longing for a future For some bright and better day And knowing it may never come to pass It's watching a big ol' storm Form right above your head And knowing that you'll never beat it home And when it finally breaks, The rain starts comin' down in sheets And pretty soon, you're soaked right to the bones It's feeling like your bones Have all turned into lead And you just can't move, no matter how you try And it seeps into your blood And man, it really feels like hell To be poisoned from inside It's the feeling in your stomach When there's something you forgot And the panic when you try to find out what But you never can remember So you have to just contend With the awful feeling in your gut It's trying to explain But they just never get the point Eventually, you just have to call it quits And you're stuck between the hope That someday, they might come around And wondering why you even bother with this