| Some kind of doubt, poisons my mind
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| Some kind of hope we struggle to find
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| Dreams die young — So don’t forget to chase them
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| The devil on my shoulder hums an old drone
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| My fingertips are just blood, nerve, and bone
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| I’m seeking solace in the promise
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| That there is more to life than this
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| All of the blood, sweat, and tears I shed to drown out the fears
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| It’s been a thousand weeks of grinding my teeth
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| The salt of the earth has started tasting bittersweet
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| A silver spoon will only choke you in your sleep
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| I earned my heart, I’m proud of every beat
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| And if you hear through the grapevine that I fell from a great height
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| The fire in my heart has lived a lifetime
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| So I don’t mind. |
| No, I don’t mind
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| I’m still here to make my loved ones proud
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| To make everyone who ever walked away, turn around
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| From dust, we must return to the ground
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| You owe it to yourself, you are eternally bound
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| To face the facts and face the truth
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| That the hand that you’re dealt is determined by you
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| And if the breath in your lungs isn’t reason to sing…
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| Realise you’re enough. |
| You are everything
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| The devil on my shoulder hums an old drone
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| My fingertips are just blood, nerve, and bone
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| I’m seeking solace in the promise
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| That there is more to life than this
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| And if you hear through the grapevine that I fell from a great height
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| The fire in my heart has lived a lifetime
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| So I don’t mind. |
| No, I don’t mind
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| All of the blood, sweat, and tears
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| I shed to drown out the fears
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| Over and over again
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| Blessed are the beasts that we make of ourselves
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| Over and over again
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| Over and over again and again and again |