| Take a trip inside my head
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| Leave your sticks and stones
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| Broken bones, I'm left for dead
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| But still I carry on
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| When I am down, I carry on
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| When it's cold in this wild, wild world
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| Everyone's trying to dig your grave
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| (I carry on)
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| When you're told you don't fit the mold
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| Now everybody's got a say
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| (I carry on)
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| When the madness all around us
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| Start's to take it's toll
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| (I carry on)
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| It's a long, dark winding road we're on
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| Oh, but I carry on
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| Here I go again, the sound of silence
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| Ringing in my head
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| Same as yesterday see the sirens
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| All I feel is red
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| I bet the house, don't make no sense
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| But all I got's what's in my chest
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| So here I go again, here I go
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| But when I am down, I carry on
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| When it's cold in this wild, wild world
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| Everyone's trying to dig your grave
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| (I carry on)
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| When you're told you don't fit the mold
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| Now everybody's got a say
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| (I carry on)
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| When the madness all around us
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| Start's to take it toll
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| (I carry on)
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| It's a long, dark winding road we're on
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| But I carry on |