| I never was much good at walking lines.
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| I never learned the right steps to the straight and narrow path
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| and I regret to say I don’t remember faith in anything.
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| So I found a my own way with a little help from my friends.
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| You can’t write a song if you’ve never lost anything you’ve truly loved.
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| You can’t start a fire crying in the rain.
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| Cuz we all play a part in history and we all end up just a memory.
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| Round here it’s either do or die.
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| No one really wants to know your name or cares where you’ve come from.
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| All the pain you think you know there’s always someone just below,
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| gettin' by just living high the story goes.
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| So light a fire, leave it all behind.
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| Hit the road and lost your mind.
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| Steal a heart and find what you really need.
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| Cuz we all play a part in history then we all end up just a memory
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| to someone else we leave behind.
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| Gonna leave this place behind!
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| Don’t regret what you never tried.
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| Sing what’s left inside.
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| When nothing really matters you got nothing left to lose.
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| Look to me for something to believe.
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| You can’t write a song if you’ve never lost anything you’ve truly loved.
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| You can’t start a fire crying in the rain.
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| So light a fire, leave it all behind.
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| Hit the road and lose your mind.
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| Find out what it is you really need.
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| Cuz we all play a part in history and we all end up just a memory.
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| Cuz we all play a part in history and we all end up just a memory. |