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She was working all her life for justice in this world
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but every time she made some gains
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someone would kick her down again
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then damage takes its toll
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the rising the falling the rising the falling
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can you get back up again?
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it's easier to tear apart than build
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damage has momentum of its own
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it takes less time to break things down
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than to wait around until they're grown
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She was looking all her life for a mate that understood
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but every time she gave her heart
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she ended up scarred and alone
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then damage takes its toll
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the rising the falling the rising the falling
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can you get back up again?
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it's easier to tear apart than build
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damage has momentum of its own
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it takes less time to break things down
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than to wait around until they're grown
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Damage
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Ten Foot Pole |