| You feel like a candle in a hurricane
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| Just like a picture with a broken frame
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| Alone and helpless, like you’ve lost your fight
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| But you’ll be all right, you’ll be all right
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| Cause when push comes to shove
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| You taste what you’re made of
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| You might bend till you break
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| 'Cause it’s all you can take
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| On your knees, you look up
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| Decide you’ve had enough
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| You get mad, you get strong
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| Wipe your hands, shake it off
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| Then you stand, then you stand
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| Life’s like a novel with the end ripped out
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| The edge of a canyon with only one way down
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| Take what you’re given before it’s gone
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| And start holdin' on, keep holdin' on
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| Cause when push comes to shove
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| You taste what you’re made of
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| You might bend till you break
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| 'Cause it’s all you can take
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| On your knees, you look up
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| Decide you’ve had enough
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| You get mad, you get strong
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| Wipe your hands, shake it off
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| Then you stand, then you stand
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| Every time you get up
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| And get back in the race
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| One more small piece of you
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| Starts to fall into place
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| Cause when push comes to shove
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| You taste what you’re made of
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| You might bend till you break
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| 'Cause it’s all you can take
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| On your knees, you look up
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| Decide you’ve had enough
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| You get mad, you get strong
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| Wipe your hands, shake it off
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| Then you stand, then you stand
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| Yeah, then you stand, yeah
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| Yeah, baby
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| Woo hoo, woo hoo, woo hoo, woo hoo
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| Then you stand, yeah, yeah |