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You seemed to be like a real good idea |
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At the time, at the time |
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You lifted me up to some higher ground |
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Then you knocked me down on the ground |
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But I rue that day like |
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I don't know how |
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You picked me up right out of the tide |
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My eyes weren't open wide, |
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I was blind |
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But I see much better, much better now |
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Well, I roll with the punches, |
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I sway with the curves |
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I walked on a tightrope, didn't lose my nerve |
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Stayed on the canvas, couldn't count me out |
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Never threw in the towel, yeah, |
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I saw the fight out and how |
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All fifty rounds |
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Well, I roll with the punches, |
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I sway with the curves |
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I walked on a tightrope, didn't lose my nerve |
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Stayed on the canvas, couldn't count me out |
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Never threw in the towel, yeah, |
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I saw the fight out and how |
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You lifted me up to some higher ground |
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Then you knocked me down on the ground |
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You lifted me up right out of the tide |
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My eyes weren't open wide, |
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I was blind |
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But I see much better, much better now |
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You seemed to be like a real good idea |
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At the time, don't know why |
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But I rue that day like |
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I don't know how |
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I rue that day as of now |
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I rue that day like |
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I don't know how |
