| Oh you’ve been through some battles
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| I can see by the pain in your eyes
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| As you look off into the distance
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| That far away sign
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| They could have destroyed you
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| But somehow you came through it all
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| Beat up, combusted
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| But better from learning to fall
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| So here’s to another survivor
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| Your troubles are distant like me
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| I’ve been waiting my whole life to love you
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| I’ll treat you as fine as can be
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| There’s a lot to come knocking
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| Is that why you’re looking at all
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| You’re tired of the bullshit
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| You can’t take the lies anymore
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| It’s there on their faces
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| The words don’t impress you so much
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| You spent your life half as a doormat
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| Half as a crutch
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| So here’s to another survivor
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| Your troubles are distant like me
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| I’ve been waiting my whole life to love you
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| I’ll treat you as fine as can be
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| Now let’s lean on each other
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| It’s quicker to get down the road
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| We both are less likely to stumble
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| By sharing the load
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| And here’s to another survivor
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| Your troubles are distant like me
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| I’ve been waiting my whole life to love you
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| And I’ll treat you as fine as can be
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| And I’ll treat you as fine as can be |