| By the look on my face I’m a soldier
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| By the battles I’ve faced I’m a fighter
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| But the truth is
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| I’m about to break
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| By the look in my eyes I’m wiser
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| By the tears that I’ve cried I’m lighter
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| But the truth is
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| I’ve had as much as I can take
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| I’ve been draggin' a bag since 1980
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| It swinged me down, can someone help me let it go?
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| I’m in overload
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| I’ve been relighting a match since 1980
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| Hoping the time and space would help me let it go
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| I’m in overload
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| By the mountains I’ve climbed I should be higher
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| By the stars that I’ve chased I should be brighter
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| But the truth is
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| I’ve got nothing left
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| Is it madness to give and not get?
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| Am I hopeless and over my head?
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| All I know is
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| It’s catching up with me
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| I’ve been draggin' a bag since 1980
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| It swinged me down, can someone help me let it go?
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| I’m in overload
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| I’ve been relighting a match since 1980
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| Hoping the time and space would help me let it go
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| I’m in overload
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| I got caught up in this mess
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| I was torn up, lost my breath
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| It’s in overload
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| It ain’t over though
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| I got caught up in this mess
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| I was torn up, lost my breath
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| It’s in overload
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| It ain’t over though
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| I’ve been draggin' the bag since 1980
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| It swinged me down, can someone help me let it go?
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| I’m in overload
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| I’ve been relighting a match since 1980
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| Hoping the time and space would help me let it go
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| I’m in overload |