| These battered hand are all you own
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| This broken heart has turned to stone
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| Go hang your glory on the wall
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| There comes a time when castles fall
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| And all that’s left is shifting in the sand
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| You’re out of time, you’re out of place
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| Look at your face
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| That’s the measure of a man
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| This coat that fits you like a glove
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| These dirty streets you learned to love
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| So welcome back my long lost friend
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| You’ve been to hell and back again
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| God alone knows how you crossed that span
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| Back on the beat, back to the start
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| Trust in your heart
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| That’s the measure of a man
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| It’s the fire in the eyes, the lines on the hand
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| It’s the things you understand
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| Permanent ties from which you once ran
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| That’s the measure of a man
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| You’ve come full cirlce, now you’re home
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| Without the gold, without the chrome
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| And this is where you’ve always been
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| You had to lose so you could win
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| And rise above your troubles while you can
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| Now you can love, now you can lose
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| Now you can choose
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| That’s the measure of a man |