| Caught as you are in the trouble and strife. |
| Best make what you can of this
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| mortal life
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| Well some people make things and others destroy things
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| Beware when dangers slip in, of damage adventures will bring
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| For life is a hazardous thing that slowly seeps under your skin
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| And causes your being to sting
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| Well the fickles of providence will or they won’t
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| But you’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t
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| Some people will love you — and others will hate you
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| Never heed what doubters say. |
| Your instinct will show you the way
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| In times when you wander and stray. |
| No master for you to obey. |
| Save dying for
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| some other day
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| Well the spoils of friendship are bitter and sweet. |
| So take a close look at the
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| council you keep
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| For some people will aid you while others will fight you
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| But what do you really know? |
| Just into which battle do you go?
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| Examine your own shadow. |
| Your adversary it may show as clear as the horns that
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| you’ll grow
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| As clear as the horns that you grow. |
| As clear as the horns that you grow |