| Too many struggles, too many scenes
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| A broken record of miseries
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| And if you let it, it makes you cry
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| And you can never be satisfied
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| I see the victims of low esteem
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| The empty people without a dream
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| The bitter faces of bitter men
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| And I dont want to end up one of them
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| How will it make me cry
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| If I wont let a tear in my eye
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| How will it make me feel worse
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| If I wont let it hurt
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| Ive been through trouble before
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| I stood tall when I got up off the floor
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| To find myself a different situation
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| Now when the sun rolls across the sky
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| And the autumn leaves fall before my eyes
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| I can see the reason why
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| I remember how to forget
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| Too many troubles and memories
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| Of disappointment and apathy
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| And if you let it, it makes you hate
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| Youve got to learn to take it day by day
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| I see the victims of low esteem
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| The empty people without a dream
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| The bitter faces of bitter men
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| But I dont want to be one of them
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| I see the sun roll across the sky
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| And the autumn leaves fall before my eyes
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| And I know the reason why
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| I feel so fine |