| I heard early in life you deal with the hand your dealt
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| But it was unconcerned words from people who never felt
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| Or never needed
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| I pleaded so many times to be seated among the wealthy
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| Only to be greeted with a blank look for looking for help
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| You can see it in my face
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| Got me dreaming of leaving this place
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| To obtain a better life for mine
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| And aspire to provide for my wife and I
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| I’ve never been afraid to use my hands
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| Or get them dirty
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| In fact I work just as hard as any other man
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| If I could get just one wish
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| My hope would be to get one chance
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| To strike it rich and switch my circumstance
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| And advance myself to count myself as one of them
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| You know them
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| The ones who never have to pretend to be
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| Who have money for everything
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| Who never have any enemies
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| Who write checks then check out
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| And never have to worry about anything
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| I wanna live like that
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| Because what they got
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| Is a lot more appealing than what I got
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| They got no care for me
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| So I should take a little bit of what they got
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| Why not?
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| «As we continue on, scene 2 to the story.»
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| Fast forward past my formative years
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| And it appears I’m stuck here
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| Looking back on wasted years
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| And I got nothing to look forward to
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| Unclear where to steer
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| Where to go or
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| How to get far from here
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| Far away from the shed where I lay my head
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| And often shed my tears
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| Deep down I long for a place to belong
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| Safe and calm
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| It seems I always went the wrong way
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| Now all my dreams are gone
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| No destination left for me, no destiny to manifest
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| Trying to catch butterflies
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| But I got a hole in my net
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| I want to escape and run away
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| Because every day I’m forced to fake it
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| If the opportunity showed it’s ugly face then I would take it
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| And no one would expect it
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| Guess I never had the heart to tell them I wanted a fresh start,
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| cause I’ve been barely getting by for a long time
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| It’s easier to leave and never have to see them bleed
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| And I might sound like a coward
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| But inside I feel powerless
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| They say the eyes are the windows to your soul
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| If so then my windows are broken glass
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| Shattered pieces that’s
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| Where I hide and keep my secrets at
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| «And now the story makes a hard turn left. |
| Scene 3»
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| Before the world began and the fall of man
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| You unfolded the drama of salvation’s plan
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| And though we violate
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| We’re cursed by the law
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| He sent his son to die
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| And he absorbed it all
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| We covet, we kill
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| Our throats are open graves
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| We lie and we steal but he still saves
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| It’s happening now
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| New hearts will burn
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| All creation yearns for the King’s return |