| What have you done?
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| Not a way that you could win it
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| You'll be alone
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| But you know you just stay with it
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| Such is the way if you play with life
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| They keep a hold with hate and lies
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| And their faces complacent inside
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| But give a little bit more if you can
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| And give a little bit more if you fade
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| And throw a little bit more to their flames
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| Feel no shame
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| Where are we now?
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| Could have tried it to the limit
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| You're going down
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| And they'll break you till you give in
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| 'Cause the fight that you won you will never own
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| It's for the ones who go unknown
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| But I hear it and I'm saying it loud
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| To give a little bit more if you can
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| And give a little bit more if you fade
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| And throw a little bit more to their flames
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| Feel no shame
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| 'Cause I know how you feel
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| And I read what you sent
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| And we've been there before
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| Holding the lens
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| I know what you've seen
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| And I heard what they said
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| And they'll play you along
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| And they'll tell you to bend
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| But give a little bit more if you can
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| And give a little bit more if you fade
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| And throw a little bit more to their flames
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| Feel no shame |