| I’ve got passion and a reason,
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| And I won’t neglect my emotions,
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| Because I wanna spill, spill my guts,
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| But I don’t want to pick them up,
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| I’ve got passion, and a reason,
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| And I won’t neglect my emotions,
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| I’m excited and I’m exploding,
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| I’m ignited and I’m ready to go off
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| Rather be caught dead than weak
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| Cause I’d rather be caught dead, than be weak,
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| And in my last days I’ll still be standing strong,
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| Cause I’d rather be caught dead, than be weak,
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| And in my last days I’ll still be standing strong,
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| I wanna spill, spill my guts,
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| But I don’t want to pick them up,
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| I’ve got too much pride and desire,
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| To let this go, I’ll walk through fire
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| I’ve got passion, and a reason,
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| And I won’t neglect my emotions
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| Rather be caught dead than weak
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| Cause I’d rather be caught dead than be weak,
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| And in my last days I’ll still be standing strong,
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| Cause I’d rather be caught dead than be weak,
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| And in my last days I’ll still be standing strong
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| I’d rather be caught dead than weak,
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| Rather be caught dead than weak,
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| Cause I’d rather be caught dead than be weak,
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| And in my last days I’ll still be standing strong,
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| Cause I’d rather be caught dead than be weak,
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| And in my last days I’ll still be standing |