| I learn what I know but I was born this way
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| More of a number and less of a name
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| I talk a little too quiet and not enough they say
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| I only tell my secrets when it’s time to pray
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| You wouldn’t see the war
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| Just looking from the outside
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| I’ve got red dirt blood here
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| Running on the inside
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| Sink or swim, live or die, a saving grace and a blue sky
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| All alone and unafraid, it’s never just another day
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| And you don’t back down or walk away
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| But I know, I do, I am, what it takes, what it takes
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| Wash away my footprints with the undertow
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| While I’ll walk the wire, of the great unknown
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| I got two parts too my storied soul
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| One stands with my brothers, one waits for me back at home
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| Sink or swim, live or die, a saving grace and a blue sky
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| All alone and unafraid, it’s never just another day
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| And you don’t back down or walk away
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| But I know, I do, I am, what it takes
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| You wouldn’t see the war
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| Just looking from the outside
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| I’ve got red dirt blood here
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| Running on the inside
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| Sink or swim, live or die, a saving grace and a blue sky
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| All alone and unafraid, it’s never just another day
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| And you don’t back down or walk away
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| But I know, I do, I am, what it takes, oh, what it takes
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| What it takes |