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Day to day |
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Where do you want to be? |
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'Cause now you're trying to pick a fight |
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With everyone you need |
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You seem like a soldier |
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Who's lost his composure |
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You're wounded and playing a waiting game |
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In no man's land, no one's to blame |
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See the world, find an old fashioned girl |
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And when all's been said and done |
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It's the things that are given, not won |
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Are the things that you earned |
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Empty handed |
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Surrounded by a senseless scene |
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With nothing of significance |
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Besides a shadow of a dream |
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You sound like an old joke |
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You want out, a bit broke |
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And askin me time and time again |
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And the answer's still the same |
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See the world, find an old fashioned girl |
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And when all's been said and done |
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It's the things that are given, not won |
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Are the things that you earned |
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You've got a chance to put things right |
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So how's it going to be? |
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Lay down your arms now |
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And put us beyond doubt |
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So reach out it's not too far away |
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Don't mess around now, don't delay |
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See the world, find an old fashioned girl |
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And when all's been said and done |
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It's the things that are given, not won |
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Are the things that you earned |
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The things that you earned |
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Are given, not won |
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The things that you earned |
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Are given, not won |
