| I’ve been through the fire
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| To see what remained
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| My hands have been bloodied and stained
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| Yet still, here I stand
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| I’ve kept up the fight
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| Watched the darkness defeated by light
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| Oh-oh
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| My soul cries out
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| My whisper turns into a shout
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| I am a survivor
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| I’ve already won
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| And come hell or high water
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| Pressure and pain
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| I will fight till I overcome
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| I’m a survivor
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| You wait and you’ll see
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| There’s no weapon created
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| Not fear, lies, or hatred
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| Will I let get the best of me
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| I look for the hope
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| And truth that remains
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| While life wrestles to keep me in chains
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| I won’t take the bait
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| Or ponder the quip
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| Won’t take pleasure in the counterfeit
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| Oh-oh
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| My soul cries out
|
| Oh-oh-oh
|
| My whisper turns into a shout
|
| I am a survivor
|
| I’ve already won
|
| And come hell or high water
|
| Pressure and pain
|
| I will fight till I overcome
|
| Yeah, I’m a survivor
|
| You wait and you’ll see
|
| There’s no weapon created
|
| Not fear, lies, or hatred
|
| Will I let get the best of me
|
| I am a survivor
|
| Yeah, I’ve already won
|
| And come hell or high water
|
| Pressure and pain
|
| I will fight till I overcome
|
| Yeah, I’m a survivor
|
| You wait and you’ll see
|
| There’s no weapon created
|
| Not fear, lies, or hatred
|
| Will I let get the best of me
|
| I am a survivor
|
| Yeah, I’ve already won
|
| And come hell or high water
|
| Pressure and pain
|
| I will fight till I overcome
|
| Yeah, I’m a survivor
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| Just wait and you’ll see
|
| There’s no weapon created
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| Not fear, lies, or hatred
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| Will I let get the best of me |