| Listen
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| Imagine Dan sat in the back of an ambulance
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| Chatting to Adam and telling him that he’s had enough of this madness
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| Fuck if that actually happened I haven’t the faintest clue
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| The concussion had damaged my grey matter and mushed my brain to goo
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| But when I unravelled the bandage to see my face anew
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| My eyes' vacant gaze described what I should aim to do
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| And that’s whatever the fuck it takes to make it through
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| Enough pussying about, now I’m a sabretooth, and nature’s brutal
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| In the old days I used to
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| Say I didn’t need to pay my dues
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| Ha — how far was I away from truth?
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| And in the old days I used to wait for opportunities to happen
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| Now I make my opportunities and grab them
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| What doesn’t kill will not make you stronger
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| But at least you’re going to live a little longer
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| So take everything right on the chin
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| And never ever ever give in
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| I was nearly a limited edition
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| Because I could have been swimming with the fishes
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| But being in critical condition
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| Would give me the volition
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| To fulfill my mission as a skilled musician, ambition:
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| Kill competition with my ill compositions
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| And then build my position up until I’m a religion
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| (Roll up, roll up)
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| My shirt sleeves, I see the vision
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| Turn the key in the ignition
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| Burn and speed into the distance
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| Even if it means you’re gonna be in a collision
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| Well at least you’ve given us a firm reason to listen
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| Desert the feeble disposition
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| Learn to feed on criticism
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| Spurn the media’s derision
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| Earn your keep and keep on living
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| Hurting people is a piece of piss
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| But it requires guts to be kind
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| I don’t know why I didn’t see this shit
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| I must have been blind
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| But even despite that dust in my eye will never settle
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| I will never bite the dust 'til I die
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| What doesn’t kill will not make you stronger
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| But at least you’re going to live a little longer
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| So take everything right on the chin
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| And never ever ever give in
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| Look — whether you’re holding a bunch of roses
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| Or holding a gun just know this
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| You’ve got to soldier on, roll with the punches, throw fists
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| Keep holding on, lift that boulder on your shoulders strong
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| Souls are one thing, but the body’s been evolving long
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| Before you ever knew the pain
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| It’s hurting me
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| Recuperation is a state of elevation
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| Gave me endless days to meditate and strengthen every failing I had
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| Being a patient gave me patience and determination
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| Dedication to bettering Dan
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| Man, I’ve taken beatings, taken knees to the face
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| My bloodstream stained the streets of this place
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| Where I reside, seeped through the pavement
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| Making me a piece of the neighbourhood
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| Could you keep it more real than me right there if you tried?
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| From the stitches in my elbow to the tears in my side
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| My scars are badges of honour, I bear them with pride
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| They stitched my scalp, fixed my split eyebrow
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| And another time they took out a bit of my bowel
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| Being a patient gave me patience and determination
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| Helped me to see a way out of the maze, found an escape
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| Came out of the daze
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| How many ways more will I be knocked to the ground, now?
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| But they named me Danny Boy
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| Because you’re never going to keep me down |