| And when in times like these so much is secondhand
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| But somehow passed off as the new
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| You need to believe some things are worthwhile
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| Too weak to break out from the hold that pins you down
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| To loose the voluntary chains
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| Too strong to concede and leave the field
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| Never let them get you down
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| Never let them get you down
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| Tell them all that you don’t care
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| Tell them all that this, it’s what you live for
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| You’d die for
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| Something to live for
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| Die for
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| Shut your eyes then you won’t see
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| Close your ears then you won’t hear
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| You won’t care
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| With honeyed words and oiled smiles the wheels turn
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| But still we’re running out of steam
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| Too much to contain prepare for breakdown
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| The land beside the road is littered with the wrecks
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| Of those who tried to make it round
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| But to make it through it’s what you must do
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| Never let them get you down
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| Never let them get you down
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| Tell them all that you don’t care
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| Tell them all that this, it’s what you live for
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| You’d die for
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| Something to live for
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| Die for
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| Shut your eyes then you won’t see
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| Close your ears then you won’t hear
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| You won’t care |