| It’s easier said than done
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| Caught between right and wrong
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| Life is short though, you know?
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| Yeah!
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pick yourself up
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| You can’t spend forever in that rut
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| Sometimes you’ve got to do it alone
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| When there’s no one else to take the load
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| And bring you home
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| And bring you home
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| Sometimes it can get real hard
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| Spending most of those days in the dark
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| Life feels like it’s pulling apart from the seams
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| And it seems like there’s nothing
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| So what we gonna do with all that pain?
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| And what we gonna do with this path we have made?
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| And it’s easy just to walk away
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| And wait it out, but I can’t wait it out
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| Not anymore
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| I’ll make this life mean something before I end up dead
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| I’ll find the things that I love, let them kill me instead
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| We’ll make it out of the trench
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| We’ll fight our way to the end
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| No returns, no regrets
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| Tired and distraught
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| You’ve got to get up off of the floor
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| I know you are alone but honey, we all are
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| Can you hear life is calling?
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| Feel it under your skin
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| The unknown drawing you close, working its way within
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| It’s been with us from the start
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| Shows its face through our hearts
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| So let us take a stand and speak for the ones, the ones who can’t
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| Are you ready to live?
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| Are you ready to live?
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| Are you ready to fight?
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| I’ll make this life mean something before I end up dead
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| I’ll find the things that I love, let them kill me instead
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| We’ll make it out of the trench
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| We’ll fight our way to the end
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| No returns, no regrets
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| It’s easier said than done
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| Easier to sit than to run
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| Life is short and full of storms
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| Take the bull by the horns
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| And let’s ignite that fire inside
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| Let’s live our lives, live our lives
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| We’ve got to try, we’ve got to try
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| Are you ready for the ride?
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| Are you ready for the ride of your life?
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| We’ll figure it out before we get out
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| Yeah!
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| (Bring it home)
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| Sometimes you’ve got to pick yourself up
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| (Home)
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| You can’t wait around for good luck
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| You’ve got to pull yourself together, ‘cause the hard times aren’t forever
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| Let’s bring it home
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| No returns, no regrets |