| Many moons it lay there dormant
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| It’s been many many nights
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| But that don’t mean that it don’t want to roar
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| Or that it won’t put up a fight
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| Fight or flight? |
| The adrenaline is pumpin'
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| I don’t want to be wrong or right,
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| I wanna be good
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| Fight or flight? |
| I can feel my heart pumpin'
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| I don’t want to be wrong or right,
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| I wanna be good
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| And I can feel it comin' up again
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| Like an old adversary
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| But I can separate the two within
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| It is the darkest part of me
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| Fight or flight? |
| The adrenaline is pumpin'
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| I don’t want to be wrong or right,
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| I wanna be good
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| Fight or flight? |
| I can feel my heart pumpin'
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| I don’t want to be wrong or right,
|
| I wanna be good
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| Fight or flight? |
| The adrenaline is pumpin'
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| (The adrenaline is pumpin')
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| I don’t want to be wrong or right,
|
| I wanna be good
|
| Fight or flight? |
| I can feel my heart pumpin'
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| (I can feel my heart pumpin')
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| I don’t want to be wrong or right,
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| (Oh no)
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| I wanna be good |