| You can try to keep me down
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| You can try to keep me under
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| But you’ll never get my will,
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| You’ll never take my will to fight
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| 'Cause I was born at the bottom of this mountain
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| I’m scared and I’ll probably climb it,
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| Climb it till the day I die
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| All the things I know I needed
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| Just keeps me going
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| All the things I never had
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| Just keeps me wanting it more
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| Fighting for it all
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| I know I’m not that pretty
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| I’m only avid smart
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| With an overwhelming uncanny need just to need to survive
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| But you can dig a grave six feet under
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| But you’ll have to take me up
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| 'Cause you know I won’t be going high
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| All the things I know I’ve needed
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| Just keeps me searching
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| All the things I never had
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| Just keeps me wanting it more
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| Fighting for it all
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| I never had a hero
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| Never met a saint
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| And there’s nothing on this earth I can take with me Anyway
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| All the things I know I’ve needed
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| Just keeps me going
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| All the things I never had
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| Just keeps me wanting it more
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| Fighting for it all
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| Fighting for it all
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| So, you can try to keep me down
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| You can try to keep me under
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| But you’ll never get my will,
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| You’ll never take my will to fight |