| If someone else showed you the way
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| Would you take the wheel and steer?
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| It hurts me that you’re not ashamed
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| Of what you’re doing here
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| If they jumped off a bridge
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| Would you meet them on the ground?
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| Or would you try to claim
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| That it never made a sound?
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| Everyone plays the hand they’re dealt
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| And learns to walk through life themselves
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| Not everything in life is handed on a plate
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| When people think your words are true
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I sold my soul to get here, how about you?
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| So you choose to force your hand
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| What a strange way to make friends
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| And you always change the rules
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| So the drama never ends
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| And you blindly go through life
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| Judging only by its worth
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| Just try not to forget
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| That the meek inherit earth
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| Everyone plays the hand they’re dealt
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| And learns to walk through life themselves
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| Not everything in life is handed on a plate
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| When people think your words are true
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I sold my soul to get here, how about you?
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| So please don’t take offense
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| This is just a point of view
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| 'Cause I’m the only one who
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| Will say these things to you
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| Everyone plays the hand they’re dealt
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| And learns to walk through life themselves
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| Not everything in life is handed on a plate
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| When people think your words are true
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| It doesn’t matter what you do
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| I sold my soul to get here, how about you? |