| Try and step into my life
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| Step into a life
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| Where you hold nothing but your fire
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| Try to sooth a face, my face
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| Unfazed by wicked shame
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| No shoulders ache from blame
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| Just incandescent rage
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| I’m looking for the fight
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| Desperation bites
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| Suckered by no fantasy
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| It’s what you do for love
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| No, I don’t understand
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| What you do for love
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| No, I can’t understand
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| What you do for love
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| Try and see another side
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| See yourself in her, in him, in them
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| You’d scream for rights
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| In your hands you hold the tools
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| To crush this vicious tide
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| With callouses like hide
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| Resistance detonates inside
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| We’re looking for the fight
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| Waking up dead minds
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| Suckered by reality
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| It’s what you do for love
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| No, I don’t understand
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| What you do for love
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| No, I can’t understand
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| What you do for love
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| No, I can’t understand
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| What you do for love
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| Love
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| Comically abused
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| Cliché overused
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| Do anything to prove
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| It’s what you do for love
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| It’s what you do for love
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| And I can’t understand
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| What you do for love
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| No, I can’t understand
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| What you do for love
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| No, I don’t understand
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| What you do for love
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| No, I can’t understand
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| What you do for love |