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He fight and he pray, he love and he bleed |
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To no satisfaction, was note as need |
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And when he walks, stands tall as he can |
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For he's a man, yeah, he's a man |
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And when he crumbles, resolve to the ground |
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Like burnt bits of paper, life flutters round |
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All eyes turn away, no one wants to see |
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A man who has lost, in the fight to be free |
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For we've been out runnin' for all of our lives |
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No chance and stop and we'd surely lose sight |
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In the back of his mind is a smiling face |
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The one who said, "You know, it's no race" |
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The one who said, "You got time to breathe"' |
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Cause child you're born, we're all born free |
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In the back of his mind is the back of a room |
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So dust enshrouded and no dust broom |
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Stands a chance to clear the cobwebs away |
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So live in the back, in the dark it'll stay |
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And we've been out runnin' for all of our lives |
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No chance, and stop, and we'd surely lose sight |
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Tell me son, what are you livin' for? |
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Tell me boy, what are you livin' for? |
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Tell me son, what are you livin' for? |
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Tell me, tell me, what are you livin' for? |
