| We couldn’t help but cry,
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| When we were brought to life.
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| Drug out by the cold slapped a few times,
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| To the rhythm of the flickering lights
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| With tightly closed sore eyes.
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| We grow,
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| To either be or hate what’s cold
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| And that’s when we learn to know.
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| To run
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| Don’t follow
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| Lead a life the best we know.
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| It’s hard to find your way through the darkness,
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| It’s hard to know what to believe.
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| But if you live by your heart and value the love that you find,
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| Then you have all you need.
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| To run
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| Don’t follow
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| Lead a life the best we know.
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| Let’s talk about an independent stand.
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| Let’s talk about free form thought.
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| It’s not about living under command.
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| So don’t get caught.
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| I get knocked down and then I get back up.
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| Live your heart and never follow.
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| I’ll speak my mind you can’t cover it up.
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| Live your heart and never follow.
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| I’m picking up the pieces as they break and fall.
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| Live your heart and never follow.
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| I’ll take on every day standing up, standing tall.
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| Live your heart and never follow.
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| Live your heart and never follow.
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| Live your heart and never follow.
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| Live your heart and never follow. |