| What do I got?
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| Well I got free will
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| So they don’t get a lick from me till
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| I make my own choice
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| I find my own voice
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| Then I’ll do it right
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| They wanna put this boy in their ring
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| A little pain and blood is their thing
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| But listen here, bud
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| You don’t get my blood
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| Ain’t gonna fight that fight
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| It’s a long haul
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| And I won’t be walking their line
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| I won’t fight that fight
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| But you bet that I’m gonna fight mine
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| And I won’t fall
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| For either their truth or their lies
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| A man’s on his own whichever condition applies
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| A man’s on his own till he dies
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| I quit the bugle
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| Ain’t no big deal
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| So don’t you tell me how that should feel
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| Just cut me some slack
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| Get off of my back
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| And let me fight the fight
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| It’s like nothing more
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| There ain’t no ideals on this ride
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| But show me the underdog
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| I’m gonna be on his side
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| And this ain’t no war
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| Well, leastways it isn’t so far
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| We’re looking for love
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| But only to find who we are
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| Might as well reach for a star
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| And yet the hardest man on Earth
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| Knows what a woman’s touch is worth
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| Turn on the light
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| And maybe there’s somebody there
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| But all along knowing
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| That no one has reason to care
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| Fighting the fight
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| Statin' my case, singin' my song
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| An army around me I’m part of
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| But I don’t belong
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| And nobody knows what’s gone wrong
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| A man’s on his own whatever illusion applies
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| A man’s on his own till he dies
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| A man’s on his own whatever illusion applies
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| A man’s on his own till he dies |