| Oh, yes sir
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| Oh, baby yeah
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| You know, I remember the first time leavin' home
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| I wasn’t gone for a week but that was much, much too long
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| And I recall callin' my mother on the telephone
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| Before I could say anything
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| Mama already knew what was wrong and she said:
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| «There's one thing that’ll beat failing
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| Oh, that’s trying,» she said
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| «And if anybody tells you different
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| They gotta be lyin'»
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| Just everyday problems
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| Find a way of bringin' you down
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| But if you want it bad enough
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| Find a way of turning it around
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| You find a way of turning it around
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| Yeah, oh-yeah
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| There’s one thing that’ll beat failin'
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| And that’s tryin'
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| And don’t let, don’t let the system catch you
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| Catch you cryin'
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| When the pressure builds so high
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| You gotta somehow break away
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| But life is all about give and take
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| Not about runnin' away
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| You can run, you can’t hide
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| Just where I don’t know, you can’t hide
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| Oh baby, oh yeah
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| Oh, yeah
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| If anybody ask you, tell 'em I said
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| There’s one thing that’ll beat failing
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| That’s trying
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| If anybody tells you different
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| They gotta be lying
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| There’s one thing
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| There’s one thing that’ll beat failing
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| It’s tryin' |