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I was raised in a faraway land, |
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Tryin' to be number one. |
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Dad use to tell me - |
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Whatever you do, never let go 'til you're done. |
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I was fightin' as anyone, |
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I was twisted around. |
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I was broke just as anyone, |
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On the way - way down. |
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Never ever settle for less, |
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Raise you hand it's to kill or to bless. |
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Never ever settle for less, |
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Who needs the crown when you're head on the ground. |
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Let me out, |
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I'm just makin' a mess... |
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Chip on my shoulder and look on my face, |
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Changin' my life on the fly. |
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Too late to make it and too late to stop, |
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Too late to figure out why. |
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I was fightin' as anyone, |
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I was twisted around. |
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I was broke just as anyone, |
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On the way - way down. |
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Never ever settle for less, |
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Raise you hand it's to kill or to bless. |
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Never ever settle for less, |
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Who needs the crown when you're head on the ground. |
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Let me out, |
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I'm just makin' a mess... |
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The wind of sadness can shade the heart of gold. |
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I'm gonna leave it all behind. |
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I'm prayin' for a break - if |
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I could face the world, |
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Without sadness in my mind... |
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Never ever settle for less, |
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Raise you hand it's to kill or to bless. |
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Never ever settle for less, |
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Who needs the crown when you're head on the ground. |
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Let me out, |
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I'm just makin' a mess... |
