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BRING IT ON
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Now they're ugly and comfortable
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Ain't scared of what they can't explainCreation got to be your best defence
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You got to give them something they can't nameWe can bring it onTime
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tick tock starts to soundLike a gun shotDraws a line at who you are
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And who you are notHow fast were you runnin'For standing still?So bring it on
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Prove yourself wrongAnd make your movements beautifulWe can bring it onBridge:
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Oh what a dirty jokeThere are some who will say this world
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Ain't nothin' but a lifeboatAnd you ask these peopleBy sequence of events,
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if we're in a lifeboat, then when was the shipwreck?
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More often than not their expressions will glaze -
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all they can stutter is "the good old days"
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"The good old days" that weird little phrase which roughly translates as
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"I am afraid" I'm afraid of the future, so I'll make up a past
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And the present becomes a casualty - but the present goes on forever
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"The good old days", simpler times waiting to ride us from all of our
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Crimes in flimsy life boats where we sit and draw lines
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Never waiting to admit we're all of the same shipGood or evil, right or wrong -
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we bring it on - wisdom or ignorance - grace or intolerance -
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love or indifferenceThe present goes on forever
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BRING IT ON
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| Bourbon Tabernacle Choir |
