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This is the world, |
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Everyone's standing by hesitating. |
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So many people halfway there. |
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Why are you waiting? |
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And all those things you thought you'd be. |
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Between two points in the middle of nowhere. |
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Did you know that it doesn't come free? |
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Have you seen yourself of late? |
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Have you really got your fill? |
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Standing still beside the kill. |
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Never stop. |
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At times your feet they seem to slide. |
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Time to try for more than that. |
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That's the wonder of the winner's cup. |
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Never break your stride. |
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Get up!And if you slip you can get up. |
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Put your foot down. |
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Into the shaky ground. |
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See the people lying down. |
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Look around. |
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Piss around a circle and make it sound. |
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Can't you hear the sound of machines all breaking down. |
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Listen now. |
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The fuel is running out. |
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The severed lines destroyed by too much time spent down. |
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I come unwound. |
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My head forced down. |
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My hope forced down between my legs. |
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All my preaching stems from fear. |
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I hold you dear. |
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You must break out of this old cage. |
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You're my concern. |
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This is no longer safe. |
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Do it now. |
