The blood that run your veins
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Of all that you are made
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It didn't start with you
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As much as you would like it to
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The path they set you on
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Your battles lost and won
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The fakin' and the show
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And all you thought you wanted
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All them things you think you want
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And in the land where all are mourning
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You hear the band you hear them call
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You can be happy
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You can be happy
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You stood up on that hill
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You thought you'd had your fill
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Didn't want no pedestal
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But mark my words you will
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You heard your story told
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You felt you were getting old
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You thought it time to go
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But you couldn't find no share of gold
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That set you back on down the road
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So take your hopes and woes
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Take your bruised ego
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Light a fire here
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Where the air is clear
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Or take your sorrow, man
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To your selfish land
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Run your poor mouth there
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See if they care
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Up On That Hill
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Shawn Colvin |