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Well, I learned at an early age, |
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That hate can debilitate your power to see straight, |
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Now that I am twenty-three, yeah, |
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All of my memories, they don't weigh on me, |
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So don't get too close to the water if you do not wanna get wet, |
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Oh, 'cause the consequence of hate is just misery and regret, |
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I said, get your act together, |
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It's really all up to you, |
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Life is always better, |
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When you've got nothing to prove, yeah, |
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Well, I've, |
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I've been through the hurricane, |
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The wind and the blinding rain and somehow |
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I maintain, |
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So don't get too close to the fire if you do not wanna get burned, |
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Oh, 'cause the consequence of hate is just misery and concern, |
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Oh, so get your act together, |
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It's really all up to you, |
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Life is always better, |
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If you've got nothing to prove, yeah, |
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Don't get too close to the fire if you do not wanna get burned, |
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I said, do not get close to the fire if you do not wanna get burned, |
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No, do not get close to the water if you do not wanna get wet, |
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Oh, 'cause the consequence of hate is just misery and regret, |
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I said, get your act together, |
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It's really all up to you, yeah, |
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Life is always better, |
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If you've got nothing to prove, |
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Get your act together, |
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It's really all up to you, |
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Life is always better, yeah, |
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If you've got nothing to prove, yeah, ooh. |
