| Mornings turn to night
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| And then the night becomes the day
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| I can’t keep with up with time
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| I keep losing
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| Still keep hoping for that win
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| And you can’t change my mind
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| Not a slave if I’m already free
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| Not a captive if it’s where I want to be
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| (Oo la la la la la la la)
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| Then the crowd calls
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| (Oo la la la la la la la)
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| Who’s gonna catch me when I fall down?
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| Strolling down these halls
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| Of rolling dice and waterfalls
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| I can’t help but smile
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| Troubled fortunes
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| Lives in shambles underneath
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| The flashing lights
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| Gonna stay a while
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| Said what I said it don’t it don’t matter to
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| Can’t be a slave if I’m already free
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| Can’t be a captive if it’s where I want to be
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| (Oo la la la la la la la)
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| Then the crowd calls
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| (Oo la la la la la la la)
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| Who’s gonna catch me when I fall down?
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| Battles won and battles lost
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| I can’t numerate the costs
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| I’ve lost
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| Not a slave if I’m already free
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| Not a captive if it’s where I wanna be
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| (Oo la la la la la la la)
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| Then the crowd calls
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| (Oo la la la la la la la)
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| Who’s gonna catch me when I fall down? |