| Heavy blankets on my thin skin
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| They weigh me down and now I’m sinkin'
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| Into the water
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| They say, «You're too soft, be a little harder»
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| We march unguarded through the silence
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| I’m bearin' my back on, it hides
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| Like a lamb to the slaughter
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| They say, «You're too hard, be a little softer»
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| It’s never a fair fight
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| It’s never black and white
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| I face down the fire
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| My heart in my hand
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| Now I’ve shed all my armor
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| And it’s still hard to stand
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| When the winds won’t stop their blowin'
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| I’d trade my gold jacket for a little sheep’s clothin'
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| And hold on longer, oh-oh-oh
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| They say the bruises are bound to make you stronger
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| It’s never a fair fight
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| It’s never black and white
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| And I face down the fire
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| My heart in my hand
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| Now I’ve shed all my armor
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| And it’s still hard to stand
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| I send my proud
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| Out to pasture
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| For all I know
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| The fall comes after
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| It weighs me down
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| Into the water
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| A little bit softer
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| A little bit harder
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| (And I face down the fire
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| My heart in my hand)
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| My heart in my hand
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| I’ve shed all my armor
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| And it’s still hard to stand
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| I face down the fire
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| My heart in my hand
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| Now I’ve shed all my armor
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| And it’s still hard to stand
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb
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| Sometimes you’re the lion and the lamb |