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I'm good as dead, |
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They're hurricanes of brawn and brains |
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and its dog eat dog |
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It's clear to see |
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That the odds don't look all that good for me. |
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Someone said |
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it's not what you know, it's who you know |
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You cannot predict these things. |
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It's stones and slings, |
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the giant falls and the kid's the king. |
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Chorus |
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Where all that I've got |
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is just a prayer to sell, |
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My last penny dropped |
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into the wishing well |
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I've nothing to lose, |
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no one sees me - I'm a ghost within the fog, |
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God bless the underdog |
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V2 |
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Oh all expect .. |
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the proud are bold |
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The crowd are sold |
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Oh they know its crunch time soon |
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My punch line's due |
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but if the tables turn then the jokes on you |
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The lights all fade |
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The bets are laid |
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My bed is made |
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No one ever hears my voice |
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I'm background noise |
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But mountains move when the meek rejoice |
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Chorus |
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Bridge |
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And I know my chances .. |
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I'm not trying to fool myself |
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And I know I need to |
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You know that I need nothing else |
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Chorus |
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Outro |
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You are all that I've got |
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But you are all that I've.... |
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Yeah you are all that I've got |
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But you are all that I need |
