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Where the rivers run deep |
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The masses they flow |
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To claim what is theirs |
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And what they are owed |
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But the quicker it comes |
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The harder it goes |
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And people they change |
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To fit the mould |
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You might end up without anything |
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You haven't learned a thing |
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You need a dose of humility |
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No one cares how great you are |
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(How great you are, how great you are) |
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And you'd be lying to yourself to think |
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You're holding up well |
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When what you have is who you are |
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Your time's running out |
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The hourglass filling |
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Your appearence is tough |
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But inside your reeling |
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When is it enough |
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To fill all your needs |
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To satisfy your ego |
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And meet your greed |
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You might end up without anything |
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You Haven't learned a thing |
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You need a dose of humility |
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No one cares how great you are |
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(How great you are, how great you are) |
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And you'd be lying to yourself to think |
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You're holding up well |
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When what you have is who you are |
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Your scared your going down |
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No one to build you up |
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And who will catch you when you fall |
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And who will catch you when you fall |
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You haven't learned a thing |
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You need a dose of humility |
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No one cares how great you are |
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(How great you are, how great you are) |
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And you'd be lying to yourself to think |
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You're holding up well |
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When what you have is who you are |
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You haven't learned a thing |
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You need a dose of humility |
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No one cares how great you are |
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(How great you are, how great you are) |
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And you'd be lying to yourself to think |
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You're holding up well |
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When what you have is who you are |
