| Pick yourself up,
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| Take a deep breath,
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| Dust yourself off.
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| And start all over again
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| Nothing’s impossible, I have found
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| For when my chin is on the ground
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| I pick myself up, dust myself off
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| And start all over again
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| Don’t lose your confidence if you slip
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| Be grateful for a pleasant trip
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| And pick yourself up, dust yourself off
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| And start all over again
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| Work like a soul inspired
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| Until the battle of the day is won
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| You may be sick and tired
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| But you’ll be a man, my son
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| Will you remember the famous men
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| Who had to fall to rise again?
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| So take a deep breath,
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| Pick yourself up,
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| Dust yourself off,
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| And start it all over again
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| Work like a soul inspired
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| Till the battle of the day is won
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| You may be sick and tired
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| But you’ll be a man, my son
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| Will you remember the famous men
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| Who had to fall to rise again?
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| So take a deep breath,
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| Pick yourself up,
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| Dust yourself off,
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| And start all over again |