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The blood that run your veins |
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Of all that you are made |
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It didn't start with you |
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As much as you would like it to |
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The path they set you on |
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Your battles lost and won |
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The fakin' and the show |
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And all you thought you wanted |
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All them things you think you want [CHORUS] |
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And in the land where all are mourning |
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You hear the band you hear them call |
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You can be happy |
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You can be happy |
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You stood up on that hill |
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You thought you'd had your fill |
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Didn't want no pedestal |
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But mark my words you will |
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You heard your story told |
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You felt you were getting old |
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You thought it time to go |
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But you couldn't find no share of gold |
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That set you back on down the road [CHORUS] |
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So take your hopes and woes |
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Take your bruised ego |
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Light a fire here |
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Where the air is clear |
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Or take your sorrow, man |
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To your selfish land |
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Run your poor mouth there |
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See if they care [CHORUS] |
