| You seemed to be like a real good idea
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| At the time, at the time
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| You lifted me up to some higher ground
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| Then you knocked me down on the ground
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| But I rue that day like I don’t know how
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| You picked me up right out of the tide
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| My eyes weren’t open wide
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| I was blind
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| But I see much better, much better now
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| Well, I roll with the punches, I sway with the curves
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| I walked on a tightrope, didn’t lose my nerve
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| Stayed on the canvas, couldn’t count me out
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| Never threw in the towel, yeah, I saw the fight out and how
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| All fifty rounds
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| Well, I roll with the punches, I sway with the curves
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| I walked on a tightrope, didn’t lose my nerve
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| Stayed on the canvas, couldn’t count me out
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| Never threw in the towel, yeah, I saw the fight out and how
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| You lifted me up to some higher ground
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| Then you knocked me down on the ground
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| You lifted me up right out of the tide
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| My eyes weren’t open wide
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| I was blind
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| But I see much better, much better now
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| You seemed to be like a real good idea
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| At the time, don’t know why
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| But I rue that day like I don’t know how
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| I rue that day as of now
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| I rue that day like I don’t know how |