| Every morning when I wake up
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| Try to get going, try to fill my cup
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| Taping my knuckles for a dust-up
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| ‘Cause there’s no other way for me to fill my cup, woah
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| Now every time that I break down
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| Some up and comer tryin' to steal my crown
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| Gonna send him back to the underground
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| And that’s what you get for tryin' to steal my crown
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| I ain’t going down easy
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| I ain’t going down easy
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| You’re not the only one
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| Who’s flying too close to the sun
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| Set the world on fire if you’re so inclined
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| Gonna lay down low, gonna bide my time
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| Gonna pull the strings till it all unwinds
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| But set yourself on fire if you’re so inclined
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| I ain’t going down easy
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| I ain’t going down easy
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| You’re not the only one
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| Who’s flying too close to the sun
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| Flying too close to the sun
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| I, I coulda been a contender
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| I coulda been a contender, I coulda been a contender
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| I, I coulda been a contender
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| I coulda been a contender, I coulda been a contender
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| I gotta pick myself up
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| I gotta pick myself up
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| I gotta pick myself up
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| One more round
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| I know that you’d be face down
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| On the mat I’m on the ropes but
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| Here comes the uppercut
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| Here comes the uppercut
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| I ain’t going down easy
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| I ain’t going down easy
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| You’re not the only one
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| Who’s flying too close to the sun |