| I can’t move, I can’t move on
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| I can’t hang, I can’t hang on
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| I can be, but I don’t belong
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| I can feel, but I don’t feel strong
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| There’s no place called the past
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| But I gotta get there fast
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| And I know, I know, I know
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| I’ll be there when the whistle blows
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| I’ll be there when the whistle blows
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| We can’t undo the hurt that’s been done
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| We can’t unwin the battles we’ve won
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| If you can’t crawl, then you best run
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| If you can’t fly, better not jump
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| Take this weight from my back
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| 'Cause lately I’ve been losing track
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| But I know, I know, I know
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| I’ll be there when the whistle blows
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| I’ll be there when the whistle blows
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| I can hear the bells ringing
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| The sky is falling down
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| I can hear the angels singing
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| Just might turn me around, around, around, around, round
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| There’s no place called the way
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| But that’s the place I gotta stay
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| And I know, I know, I know
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| I’ll be there when the whistle blows
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| I’ll be there when the whistle blows |