| Blood, sweat and tears out of all that it takes
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| Trials and fear of mistakes
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| Hearts on the table, wide open, and naked
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| Too far to give up a stake
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| 'Cause I don’t have the perfect lines
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| No, I don’t have the perfect time
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| I know I’m not perfect; |
| fine
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| But I know just what it takes
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| When you ask me to jump
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| I say, «How high?»
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| When you ask me for patience
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| I wait in line
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| But now that it’s my turn
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| I’m gonna take what’s mine high
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| Now that it’s my turn
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| I’m gonna take what’s mine high
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| 'Cause I don’t have the perfect lines
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| No, I don’t have the perfect time
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| I know I’m not perfect; |
| fine
|
| But I know just what it takes
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| When you ask me to jump
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| I say, «How high?»
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| When you ask me for patience
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| I wait in line
|
| But now that it’s my turn
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| I’m gonna take what’s mine high
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| Now that it’s my turn
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| I’m gonna take what’s mine high
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| When you ask me to jump
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| I say, «How high?»
|
| When you ask me for patience
|
| I wait in line
|
| But now that it’s my turn
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| I’m gonna take what’s mine high
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| Now that it’s my turn
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| I’m gonna take what’s mine high
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| Now that it’s my turn
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| I’m gonna take what’s mine high
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| Now that it’s my turn
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| I’m gonna take what’s mine high
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| Blood, sweat and tears out of all that it takes
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| Trials and fear of mistakes |