| Hold it back
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| Hold it back again
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| Hold it back to hold out in suspense
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| Hold it to you only hold against
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| When you’re fixed on the prize just beyond sight
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| Consumed with the hunger of lions
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| Fixed on the piece always out of your reach
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| Compelled by the weight of the gun
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| In a race to the top you might never reach
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| To be like the ones who you wanna be
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| To keep you staying
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| With the few left in the fight to be the last still standing
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| Break it in
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| Break it in again
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| Break it up and down and break through
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| Break it till it bleeds all black and blue
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| When you’re fixed on the ground in a void with no bounds
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| And a pride that runs thicker than deep
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| Fixed on the fear that grows darker each year
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| That you know you’re not where you belong
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| In a race to the top you might never reach
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| To be like the ones who you’ll never be
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| To keep you staying
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| With the few left in the fight to be the last still standing
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| And when they all fall down
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| (and without a name, underneath the waves and the overhang
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| They will drown)
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| And when they all fall down
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| (after all the hype, like a pack of flies drawn to the light, one at a time
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| They fall out)
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| New ones rise up
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| All over again
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| (like the ones before)
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| To keep you under
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| (hanging by a thread just to keep your head clear from all the rest)
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| Underneath it all
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| (falling out)
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| Just below the bar
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| (held back by the wayside)
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| To keep you staying
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| With the few left in the fight to be the last still standing
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| With the few left in the fight
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| With the few left in the fight
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| With the few left in the fight
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| With the few left in the fight to be the
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| Last still standing |