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There ain't no such thing |
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As a free lunch my friend, |
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You've always got to pay, |
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When they stand there |
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In your way. |
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And there ain't no such thing |
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As a rich man's charity, |
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You've got to understand, |
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When he gives |
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That helping hand, |
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That there ain't no such thing |
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As a cut price ambition. |
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It's sweet nothing, |
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You're left with |
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Nothing at all. |
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There's no easy road |
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To a new life my friend, |
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Sometimes you face the pain, |
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Pick yourself up, start again. |
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But the love that you find |
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In the darkness of the night, |
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You can take it in your arms, |
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Feel it in your heart. |
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If you hold it and trust it, |
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It'll cost you the price of |
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Sweet nothing. |
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Sweet nothing. |
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You're left with nothing |
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Gotta find a friend, |
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With you to the end, |
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More than just a trend, |
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That won't leave you |
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On the shelf. |
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Gotta realise, |
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What you've got inside, |
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Better than a lie, |
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Help you have faith |
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In yourself. |
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Living on the line, |
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Gotta grab the time, |
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Now that you will find, |
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It's more than |
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Fame and wealth. |
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And hoping and loving |
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Can cost you the price of |
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Sweet nothing. |
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Boy, have faith in yourself, |
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Boy, believe in yourself, |
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Don't let them take |
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Your freedom, |
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It's with you till the end. |
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Believe in yourself. |
