| Close your eyes, get a grip
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| You feel yourself start to slip
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| Losing ground before you even found your feet
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| The chance is knocking at your door
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| But you’re still lying on the floor
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| It’s time to stand up and fight for something more
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| You’ve set yourself up for failure
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| So don’t be surprised when you fall down
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| If you don’t have something to reach for
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| Then tell me, tell me what’s the point of it all
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| Burning through time wasting your life
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| Falling short of the things that you admire
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| With all your hopes just out of touch
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| But the cost of those thoughts just seems too much
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| It’s all in your hands
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| You just have to pull yourself up
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| Past the doubt that holds you down
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| You’re struggling to make a sound
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| Keeping your time bottled
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| As if you have some control
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| With your life mapped out afraid of the unknown
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| You’ve set yourself up for failure
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| So don’t be surprised when you fall down
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| If you don’t have something to reach for
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| Then tell me, tell me what’s the point of it all
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| They say for each step forward
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| You take three steps back
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| What’s the point of progress with two feet in the past
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| With yourself this deep
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| There’s only four left to go
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| To find your future still buried below
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| You’ve set yourself up for failure
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| So don’t be surprised when you fall down
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| If you don’t have something to reach for
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| Then tell me, tell me what’s the point of it all |