| Like a freight train blow to the chest
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| You taste the backhand slap from God
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| But you say that nothing’s new
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| You’ve lived a life of pain and loss
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| The scars you bare attest
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| To the trials you’ve overcome
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| But proud, you plant your feet
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| Where stronger men had to run
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| What do you feel inside
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| Under the wheels of life
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| A truce forgotten, a truce erased
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| This heart you’ve opened has already been replaced
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| Woke from a heavy sleep
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| With a call that broke you the news
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| You had to hear it twice and
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| Both times it ripped and pierced you through
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| So now you stand alone
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| Looking down upon this mess
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| Another day creeps by, yes
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| Another day, another test
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| What do you feel inside
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| Under the wheels of life
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| A truce forgotten, a truce erased
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| This heart you’ve opened has already been replaced
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| What you’ve gained from this life
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| Is nothing, dues remain
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| Take or give, makes no difference
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| You still feel the shame
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| What do you feel inside
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| Under the wheels of life
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| A truce forgotten, a truce erased
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| This heart you’ve opened has already been replaced |