| Just a jump away from where you wanna go
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| But you’re too afraid of doing it alone
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| So getting half way there is all you’ve ever known
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| I’ve been down that road
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| Everyday is like you’re playing in
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| A different game that you can never win
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| Hold your head up
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| You’ll find your way home
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| You won’t get what you give sometimes
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| When the dust done settles
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| And the smoke all clears up
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| There’s pieces of yourself you’re gonna find
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| Maybe that’s the use in trying
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| There’s pieces of yourself you’re gonna find
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| Maybe that’s the use in trying
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| There’s pieces of yourself you’re gonna find
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| Maybe that’s the use in trying
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| Just a search away from what you wanna find
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| But digging through the dirt won’t get you diamonds every time
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| Seeing the sun is a good enough reason to get through the night
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| So close your heavy eyes
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| And everyday is like a figure eight
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| Too impossible to navigate
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| Hold your head up
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| You’ll find your way home
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| You won’t get what you give sometimes
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| When the dust done settles
|
| And the smoke all clears up
|
| There’s pieces of yourself you’re gonna find
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| Maybe that’s the use in trying
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| There’s pieces of yourself you’re gonna find
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| Maybe that’s the use in trying
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| There’s pieces of yourself you’re gonna find
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| Maybe that’s the use in trying
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| Maybe that’s the use in trying |