| When the sun sinks down and dreams start to drown
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| And you still don’t know who you are
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| Workin' the ground, pace like a dog in a pound
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| And you still only get so far
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| And I’d do it again
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| Even if I didn’t know how
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| I’d learn how to make my own fire burn
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| To be knowin' is to know how
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| I’d find out how to make my own sun shine
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| To be knowin' what I know now
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| I’d do it anyhow
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| I’d do it anyhow
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| When the moon hangs low and you still don’t know
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| Where you’re gonna be tomorrow
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| Maybe ride it out, take the long way around
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| Don’t have to beg, steal, or borrow
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| You just do it again
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| 'Cause when you need it, you find out how
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| Even if you didn’t know how to make the air move
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| You’re gonna make that wind blow somehow
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| Even if the world crumbles at your feet
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| You’re gonna hold up that earth somehow
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| And you know that now
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| You do it anyhow
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| To be knowin' is to know how
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| There’s no turning back now
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| Keep your nose on the grindstone
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| And your hand on the plow
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| And do it anyhow
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| And do it anyhow
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| When the fire burns low and the ash starts to glow
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| When a flame can’t kill the sorrow
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| Maybe ride it out, take the long way around
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| Don’t have to beg, steal, or borrow |