| We were the magnificent dreamers
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| In secret lamplight hideouts
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| We swore the world couldn’t break us
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| Even when the world took us down
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| So here I am strugglin' out in the mighty jungle
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| Movin' 18 miles a minute but not slowing down for nothin'
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| I look to my left and I look to my right
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| And I’m callin' out for my brothers but it’s so dark in this night
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| Am I alone?
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| Did they fall down by the wayside?
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| Was I movin' too blind to see them?
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| Were they callin' out to me?
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| Or did despair set in?
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| Were the things that we wanted when we were still 16
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| Only passing and fleeting or just too far out of reach?
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| Were you hard up or broken man, I woulda helped you out
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| Were you numb and distracted when I was calling out?
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| I was calling out
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| On a Sunday morning the whole crowd assembled
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| I’ve done some things that I’m not too proud of
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| I’ve never left you, a deaf ear for longing
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| Some hearts are gallows, I’m not here for hangin' around
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| It’s all right, man
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| I’m only bleeding, man
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| Stay hungry, stay free
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| And do the best you can
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| It’s all right, man
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| I’m only bleeding, man
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| Stay hungry, stay free
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| And do the best you can |