| What’s your next move
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| Where are you gonna go
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| Can’t you see
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| Your best is never enough
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| And you can’t make ends meet
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| You’ve fallen so far behind
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| You’re slowly falling through
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| Yeah, I may break
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| But I’ll never, never give in
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| I’ll find the fighter in me
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| Who fights to the end
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| See, I was born and raised
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| With my back against the wall
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| There must be some kind of way
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| Out of here, out of here
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| Be some kind of way
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| Out of here, out of here
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| And though all my troubles
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| Take me far from home
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| I’ll never be lost and not found
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| He who aims to shoot
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| Takes his orders with pride
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| I’m next in line
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| To pay my debt with my life
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| Oh Lord, forgive them
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| They don’t know what they’re doing
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| My voice is weak, just a whisper
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| My hands are broken
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| But I have written a letter
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| To remind my love
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| That she was born and raised
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| With her back against the wall
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| There must be some kind of way
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| Out of here, out of here
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| There must be some kind of way
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| Out of here, out of here
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| And though all my troubles
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| Take me far from home
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| I’ll never be lost and not found |