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And when in times like these so much is secondhand |
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But somehow passed off as the new |
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You need to believe some things are worthwhile |
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Too weak to break out from the hold that pins you down |
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To loose the voluntary chains |
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Too strong to concede and leave the field |
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Never let them get you down |
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Never let them get you down |
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Tell them all that you don't care |
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Tell them all that this, it's what you live for |
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You'd die for |
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Something to live for |
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Die for |
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Shut your eyes then you won't see |
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Close your ears then you won't hear |
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You won't care |
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With honeyed words and oiled smiles the wheels turn |
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But still we're running out of steam |
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Too much to contain prepare for breakdown |
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The land beside the road is littered with the wrecks |
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Of those who tried to make it round |
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But to make it through it's what you must do |
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Never let them get you down |
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Never let them get you down |
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Tell them all that you don't care |
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Tell them all that this, it's what you live for |
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You'd die for |
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Something to live for |
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Die for |
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Shut your eyes then you won't see |
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Close your ears then you won't hear |
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You won't care |
