| I don’t need the hype man, just give me the life
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| I don’t want a bite, I want the whole damned slice
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| Got me some advice, they said keep your circle tight
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| 'Cause the whispers in your ear will tell you wrong or right
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| Everyone I ever hated I had love for too
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| What you do defines you
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| So they say to stay true
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| Stay you and let them do what them do
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| Never worry your head with how they feel in them mental
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| My pencil to the nub, my eraser gone
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| Replaced pain with song
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| How many times I go long
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| And times we throw strong after questions came?
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| This is why people say that life’s a game
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| If we tame every lion then the jungle is ours
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| But the victory is sour because they’re just cats
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| If we conquer every frontier and know every secret
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| Horizons stop calling
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| It’s just a stupid map
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| It’s a game, it’s a race
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| Every face every place
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| Every one I know
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| Every year I’ve grown
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| We can tally all the years
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| With the blood, sweat, and tears
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| Everything I know
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| What I’ve got to show
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| And that there’s a shame, my son tought me wonder
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| Tought me how dependent we all are on each other
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| Showed me that the pressure we assume could break pipes
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| Just exposes the rust so we can heal our scars
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| Bars
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| Motivated by the weekend
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| And dedicated to the moment
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| Please show me my opponent
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| Please tell me there’s a limit
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| I’ma set new goals
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| I’ma show that my stripes are made of gold
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| And so as a kid on my bike racing down the sidewalk
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| Now I’m grown, I’m supposed to keep that sidewalk clear
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| Moved my mom out my childhood home, 'cause that’s life
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| Walk away, but always keep the memories you hold dear
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| It’s a game, it’s a race
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| Every face every place
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| Every one I know
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| Every year I’ve grown
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| We can tally all the years
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| With the blood, sweat, and tears
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| Everything I know
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| What I’ve got to show
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| Lay it bare like a brick
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| Pour that mortar on thick
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| That’s life
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| Them’s the breaks
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| That might be the meaning
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| For sure those are the things that define all your leanings
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| For the beating of the drums and the fog of war
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| These are things that really tell us what we’re here for
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| If I huff and puff and blow the house down
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| Then them silly pigs didn’t do a good job
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| Wood and straw from all the people that just haven’t figured out
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| Get it out, it’s not about covering every flaw
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| It’s a game, it’s a race
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| Every face every place
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| Every one I know
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| Every year I’ve grown
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| We can tally all the years
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| With the blood, sweat, and tears
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| Everything I know
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| What I’ve got to show |