| You gotta get up
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| You gotta be strong for love
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| When it all seems lost
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| And the roads uneven
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| You gotta be tough
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| Give it all you got
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| Hope will come
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| Just keep breathing
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| If this is the last song that I’ll ever write
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| I’ll write it with tears in my eyes
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| Fingers pointed to the sky
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| Straight to the savior that my nephews pray to at night
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| And tell them that everything’s gonna be OK
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| The only thing that matters is people
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| And if your mind’s alright
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| It’s OK to cry
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| If you’re happy or you’re sad or you’re feeling someone else’s pain
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| And the world’s gonna tell you that you should consume
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| But you won’t feel better with those Gucci shoes
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| Listen to the voice that’s inside of you
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| It’s a compass without a face
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| I’d tell them learn to paint
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| Cause sometimes art can speak louder than your words can say
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| And when you get knocked down
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| Cause you’ll get knocked down
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| You gotta get up
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| You gotta be strong for love
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| When it all seems lost and the roads uneven
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| You gotta be tough
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| Give it all you’ve got
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| Hope will come
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| Just keep breathing
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| I tell them the Internet doesn’t matter
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| Don’t listen to the nosebleed chatter
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| That voice inside your head
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| Won’t always be your friend
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| But you’re not defined by it
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| I’d tell them that the keys to Heaven
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| Isn’t the love of a kind woman
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| But that helps a little
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| It’s through discipline
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| And kind acts
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| I tell them to just relax
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| And just breathe a little
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| I tell Monroe Grace
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| These all apply to her just the same
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| My God she’s so brave
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| And I hope that she stays brave
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| Because this world will try to tell her to be small
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| And I hope she doesn’t listen
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| I’d tell her not to listen
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| And when she falls
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| You gotta get up
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| You gotta be strong for love
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| When it all seems lost and the road’s uneven
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| You gotta be tough
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| Give it all you’ve got
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| Hope will come
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| Just keep breathing
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| I tell them to see the sunrise in Sydney
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| That Lake Michigan is the most beautiful in February
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| I tell them to jump out of an airplane at some point
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| Even if your mama says you’re crazy
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| And this world can be hard
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| And it won’t always make sense
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| But I’d look them in the eyes and tell them that
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| Happiness does exist |