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I was raised in a faraway land,
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Tryin' to be number one.
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Dad use to tell me -
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Whatever you do, never let go 'til you're done.
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I was fightin' as anyone,
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I was twisted around.
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I was broke just as anyone,
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On the way - way down.
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Never ever settle for less,
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Raise you hand it's to kill or to bless.
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Never ever settle for less,
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Who needs the crown when you're head on the ground.
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Let me out, I'm just makin' a mess...
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Chip on my shoulder and look on my face,
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Changin' my life on the fly.
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Too late to make it and too late to stop,
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Too late to figure out why.
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I was fightin' as anyone,
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I was twisted around.
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I was broke just as anyone,
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On the way - way down.
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Never ever settle for less,
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Raise you hand it's to kill or to bless.
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Never ever settle for less,
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Who needs the crown when you're head on the ground.
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Let me out, I'm just makin' a mess...
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The wind of sadness can shade the heart of gold.
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I'm gonna leave it all behind.
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I'm prayin' for a break - if I could face the world,
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Without sadness in my mind...
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Never ever settle for less,
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Raise you hand it's to kill or to bless.
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Never ever settle for less,
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Who needs the crown when you're head on the ground.
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Let me out, I'm just makin' a mess...
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Making a Mess
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