| I’ve got dirt on my face, on my hands, on my knees
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| I’ve fallen down and I am starting to bleed
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| I’ve fallen apart but I’ve come back strong
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| I’ve taken this journey to find where I belong
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| So come with me if you want to see
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| I’m telling you this is an emergency
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| You’ll want to cry and you’ll want to flee
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| This poisonous anxiety
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| Washed up beaten, I don’t care at all
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| And you won’t see me fall
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| And you won’t see me falling down
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| The darkest road is the only way
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| To get out of this
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| To find your bliss
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| The darkest path is where I will ride
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| I won’t die
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| My spirits high
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| The story is written
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| So let’s just keep on living
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| Washed up beaten, I don’t care at all
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| And you won’t see me fall
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| And you won’t see me falling down
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| One day all of you will see
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| All this rage pent up inside of me
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| I won’t break or fall to my knees
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| My persistence, my priority
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| One day all of you will see
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| All this rage pent up inside of me
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| I won’t break or fall to my knees
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| My persistence, my priority
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| Washed up beaten, I don’t care at all
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| And you won’t see me fall
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| And you won’t see me falling down
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| Washed up beaten, I don’t care at all
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| And you won’t see me fall
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| And you won’t see me falling down |