| Well don’t blame me if I learned to walk before I flew
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| I don’t blame you, Don’t tell me that the world was owed to you
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| Well maybe that road wasn’t right for you.
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| Cause I’ve seen the faces you’ve turned away, Don’t call me a liar
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| I’ve been knocked down, I’ve been walked on, But I’ve stood in the fire.
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| And here we all stand, folding our hands
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| Waiting for the chance (are you waiting for a chance)
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| To never look back again (to never look back again)
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| And fear won’t find me afraid of falling down
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| We’re not lookin down, You won’t turn us around
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| Well here it is another endless wave of TV made kings on parade
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| Living out a fantasy, so ungratefully because you never really had to bleed
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| Well I’m told you’re in control, breaking the mold, you’re bought and sold
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| You stole the sanctity of how it used to be, it’s blasphemy
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| There’s a reason we were meant to be here
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| A reason we believe
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| You’ll never be alone again
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| We’ll never be alone
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| And here we all stand, folding our hands
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| You’ll never be alone.
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| We all stand with folded up hands prayin our plans will somehow see the end. |