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Every morning I feel it |
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Kicking inside me |
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Telling me I'm not good at all |
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Though I hear the voices |
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I recognise them |
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They are the demons in us all |
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I wake up hot, I wake up cold |
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But my trials are my friends |
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Every little flaw digging in my soul |
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But my trials are my friends |
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I can only win in the end |
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My trials are my friends |
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I wake up hot, I wake up cold |
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But my trials are my friends |
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Every little flaw digging in my soul |
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But my trials are my friends |
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I can only win in the end |
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My trials are my friends |
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My trials are my friends |
