| Well, here comes a test,
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| A fight until death,
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| A song without a rest
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| But I can’t complain,
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| It’s what I asked for.
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| I’ll ask for your hand,
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| Cause it’s a long road ahead,
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| And I feel so alone.
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| And I hope this takes care of broken words.
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| I’m broken down you know,
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| I hope this makes you proud,
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| Write this down,
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| It’s better than the rest, to see you smile.
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| Hey! |
| Whoa!
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| Hope this makes you proud.
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| Hey! |
| Whoa!
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| Hope this makes you proud.
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| And here comes a test,
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| It’s shooting for my head.
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| Along with all the rest.
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| I can’t compete with what I ask for,
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| I ask for your hand,
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| 'Cause it’s a long road ahead,
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| And I feel so alone.
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| And I hope this takes care of broken words.
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| I’m broken down you know,
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| I hope this makes you proud,
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| Write this down,
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| It’s better than the rest, to see you smile.
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| Hey! |
| Whoa!
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| Hope this makes you proud.
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| Hey! |
| Whoa!
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| Hope this makes you proud.
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| If you fall asleep, fall asleep in the back room.
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| (Fall asleep, asleep in the back room)
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| If you fall asleep.
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| Hey! |
| Whoa!
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| I hope this makes you proud.
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| Hey! |
| Whoa!
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| I hope this makes you proud.
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| Hey! |
| Whoa!
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| I hope this makes you proud. |