| So how do you beg for what’s your own
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| Pick the pieces, lick the wounds
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| Stoke the fire, fan the flame
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| Squeeze the clouds until it rains
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| Would you champion the cause?
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| 'Til you find out what you’ve lost
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| Who do you dare to call your own
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| Where’s the place that you call home?
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| Under the D & O slogan
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| What will be yours?
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| They say it’s all about choices
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| No remorse
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| Under the cover of security
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| We lay
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| In the periphery
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| Out of sight, okay
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| But today I’m running late
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| So how do you beg for what’s your own
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| Pick the pieces, lick the wounds
|
| Stoke the fire, fan the flame
|
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains
|
| Would you champion the cause?
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| 'Til you find out what you’ve lost
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| Who do you dare to call your own
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| Where’s the place that you call home?
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| There, but for fortune
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| Is how we dismiss you then
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| We wind up crossing the street
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| With keys in hand
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| I wonder what it would be like
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| If what you did
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| Had different consequences
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| Change your means but
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| Does that change the end?
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| So how do you beg for what’s your own
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| Pick the pieces, lick the wounds
|
| Stoke the fire, fan the flame
|
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains
|
| Would you champion the cause?
|
| 'Til you find out what you’ve lost
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| Who do you dare to call your own
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| Where’s the place that you call home?
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| A place to call home
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| A place to call home
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| A place to call home |