| You’re fighting for a chance to be the winner.
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| And all that matters is the word of praise.
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| An angel-like, but deep inside a sinner,
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| You live your life in many different ways.
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| Last night you were brave and drunk,
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| Walking the edge at height,
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| Fighting your doubt and funk,
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| Thinking of wrong and right,
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| You saw no shades, no dark,
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| Marveled at town in light.
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| But who?
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| Who are you tonight?
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| You have so many friends and yet there’s no one,
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| Who really cares and listens to your grief.
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| You are the one to pull a thread to hold on,
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| Instead of smiles you always show your teeth.
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| Today you are tired of talks,
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| Your look is full of frown,
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| Angry with pointless locks,
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| Mad about those who clown.
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| Fed up with hitting rocks,
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| Ready to leave this town.
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| But who?
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| Who are you right now?
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| You’re wise and strong enough to combat sorrow,
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| To seem the best of anyone I met.
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| But, please, don’t make me feel any regret.
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| Just tell me who… who will you be tomorrow??? |