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Get up, rise with the morning sun |
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Lay down your love, and put your lipstick on |
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And forget about the pain you gave |
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And blur your eyes, paint through and through |
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To keep the world from reaching inside you |
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But let's not get too cynical |
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You'd die for applause |
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But could you live on for no reward? |
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You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller |
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Your children smile |
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You never even thought that you'd still be here today |
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Get out, stop crawling in |
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You're nothing real, you're just someone I've been |
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So you look into the mirror |
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And it asks you from behind the wall how anyone could find you beautiful? |
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But let's not get too cynical |
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You'd die for applause |
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But could you live on for no reward? |
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You wake up, you're older, your plans just got smaller |
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Your children smile |
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You never even thought that you'd still be here today |
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And now you're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised |
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You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised |
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You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised |
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You're dancing, tripping up, falling down, bruised |
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You've been hanging around |
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In a world you barely understand |
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You've been left without the ability to be the bigger man |
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But that's not like you at all |