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In extreme town, it can break down |
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Anyone who gives it half a chance. |
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It's a no man's land. |
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Where the heart beats, |
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Cold as concrete. |
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Come to sell their souls |
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Anyway they can. |
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Try to understand. |
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For everyone who makes it, |
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There's a million |
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Who get left behind. |
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The only way to make it out alive. . . |
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Is to never give an inch, |
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When you're livin' your life under fire, |
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Hold on. |
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Never give an inch, |
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Never lose sight of your one desire, |
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You're gone. |
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Never give an inch, |
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Take it straight to the end, |
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Even if it hurts, even if you bleed, |
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Even if you're down on your knees. |
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Never give an inch. |
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Fast walkers, slick talkers, |
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These are people, people talk about. |
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The spotlight goes out. |
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Between the users, and the losers, |
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There's never any room for any doubt. |
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You're in or you're out. |
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For every one that makes it, |
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There's a million who get left behind. |
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The only way to make it out alive |
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Is to never give an inch, |
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When you're livin' your life under fire, |
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Hold on. |
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Never give an inch, |
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Never lose sight of your one desire, |
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You're gone. |
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Never give an inch, |
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Take it straight to the end, |
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Even if it hurts, even if you bleed, |
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Even if you're down on your knees. |
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Never give an inch. |
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Some go for desperate measures, |
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They're under the gun. |
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I go for grace under pressure, |
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Standin' my ground, whenever it comes. |
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Lead Break |
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For everyone who makes it, |
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There's a million who get left behind. |
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The only way to make it out alive |
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Is to never give an inch, |
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When you're livin' your life under fire, |
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Hold on. |
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Never give an inch |
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Never lose sight of your one desire, |
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You're gone. |
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Never give an inch, |
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Take it straight to the end, |
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Even if it hurts, even if you bleed, |
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Even if you're down on your knees. |
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Never give an inch. |
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Never give an inch. |
