| I’ll write another cheap verse
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| To crown the pile on the floor
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| It might mean anything tonight
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| And no one needs to find out
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| I’ll write another cheap verse
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| This is my last one
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| I promise, I swear
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| I am sorry for letting you down
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| Again
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| See, I’m just a man, who tries too hard to stand on his feet
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| Not falling on the knees
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| That I forgot there is something above them
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| And something always kept me from sharing my dreams
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| As if I dared to shape them with words
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| They would crumble away and leave me with fear
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| That I have been always running from
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| When all of your deeds
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| Were re-assembled in sweat by me
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| I can’t find a way
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| To blame someone else
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| To walk alone is to walk with honor
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| Because you won’t be walking for long
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| To walk alone is to walk with honor
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| Because you won’t be walking for long
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| To walk alone is to walk with honor
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| Because you won’t be walking for long
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| Same old frail ode
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| To the past
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| We are not raising glasses this time
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| Same old frail ode
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| To the past
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| We are not raising glasses this time
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| I guess we all have a favorite role
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| And what scares me the most
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| Is that I found my own
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| In the pursuit of a reason for death
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| But if you don’t have one, what’s your life really worth?
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| The heart above the head
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| The thing that counts the most
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| When there’s nothing left to gein
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| You walk away
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| The heart above the head
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| The thing that counts the most
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| When there’s nothing left to gein
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| Be honest |