| Been beaten up, been beaten down
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| Been on top of the world
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| Been in danger, been safe and sound
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| And I handled every curve
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| Day-to-day
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| I find a way
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| To give a new angle a spin
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| I roll with the punches
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| I roll with the wind
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| I’m a wheel no matter what shape I’m in
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| I’ve been a star and I’ve been a square
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| And every other shape you can be
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| Trapezoidal, hell I don’t care
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| You can pin it all on me
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| Day-to-day
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| I find a way
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| To give a new angle a spin
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| I roll with the punches
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| I roll with the wind
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| I’m a wheel no matter what shape I’m in
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| I’m a wheel no matter what shape I’m in
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| Up-and-away and over-and-out
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| And all points in between
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| In certainty and total doubt
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| Of all the things I’ve seen
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| Day to day
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| I find a way
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| To give a new angle a spin
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| I roll with the punches
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| I roll with the wind
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| I’m a wheel no matter what shape I’m in
|
| I roll with the punches
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| I roll with the wind
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| I’m a wheel no matter what shape I’m in
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| I roll with the punches
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| I roll with the wind
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| I’m a wheel no matter what shape I’m in
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| I’m a wheel no matter what shape I’m in |