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I've got passion and a reason, |
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And I won't neglect my emotions, |
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Because I wanna spill, spill my guts, |
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But I don't want to pick them up, |
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I've got passion, and a reason, |
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And I won't neglect my emotions, |
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I'm excited and I'm exploding, |
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I'm ignited and I'm ready to go off |
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Rather be caught dead than weak |
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Cause I'd rather be caught dead, than be weak, |
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And in my last days I'll still be standing strong, |
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Cause I'd rather be caught dead, than be weak, |
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And in my last days I'll still be standing strong, |
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I wanna spill, spill my guts, |
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But I don't want to pick them up, |
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I've got too much pride and desire, |
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To let this go, I'll walk through fire |
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I've got passion, and a reason, |
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And I won't neglect my emotions |
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Rather be caught dead than weak |
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Cause I'd rather be caught dead than be weak, |
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And in my last days I'll still be standing strong, |
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Cause I'd rather be caught dead than be weak, |
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And in my last days I'll still be standing strong |
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I'd rather be caught dead than weak, |
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Rather be caught dead than weak, |
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Cause I'd rather be caught dead than be weak, |
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And in my last days I'll still be standing strong, |
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Cause I'd rather be caught dead than be weak, |
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And in my last days I'll still be standing |
