| Two men stand, looking through bars
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| One sees mud and one sees stars
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| How they hope, for the chance to run
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| But I’m gonna try, for the kingdom
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| (Everything's over)
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| But I’m gonna try, try, try, for the kingdom
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| But I’m gonna try, try, try, for the kingdom
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| Nothing to lose, it’s a blessing of sorts
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| The only freedom that I can afford
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| Nothing to wait for, like a seventh son
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| But I’m gonna try, for the kingdom
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| Done what I must, returning to dust
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| And now I tread on unmarked paths
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| When there’s no telling how far I’ve gone
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| Then I’m gonna try, for the kingdom
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| (Everything's over)
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| But I’m gonna try, try, try, for the kingdom
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| But I’m gonna try, try, try, for the kingdom |