| This is an anthem for the homesick, for the beaten,
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| The lost, the broke, the defeated.
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| A song for the heartsick, for the standbys,
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| Living life in the shadow of a goodbye.
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| Do you remember when we learned how to fly?
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| We’d play make-believe; |
| we were young and had time on our side.
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| You’re stuck on the ground,
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| Got lost, can’t be found.
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| Just remember that you’re still alive.
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| I’ll carry you home.
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| No, you’re not alone.
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| Keep marching on,
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| This is worth fighting for,
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| You know we’ve all got battle scars.
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| You’ve had enough,
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| But just don’t give up.
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| Stick to your guns,
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| You are worth fighting for.
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| You know we’ve all got battle scars.
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| Keep marching on.
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| This is a call to the soldiers, the fighters,
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| The young, the innocent, and righteous.
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| We’ve got a little room to grow.
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| Better days are near,
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| Hope is so much stronger than fear.
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| So if you jump, kid, don’t be scared to fall.
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| We’ll be kings and queens in this dream, all for one, one for all.
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| You can light up the dark,
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| There’s a fire in your heart,
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| Burning brighter than ever before.
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| I’ll carry you home.
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| No, you’re not alone.
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| Keep marching on,
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| This is worth fighting for,
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| You know we’ve all got battle scars.
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| You’ve had enough,
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| But just don’t give up.
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| Stick to your guns,
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| You are worth fighting for.
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| You know we’ve all got battle scars.
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| Keep marching on.
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| On and on, like we’re living on a broken record.
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| Hope is strong, but misery’s a little quicker.
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| Sit, and we wait, and we drown there,
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| Thinking, «Why bother playing when it’s unfair?»
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| They say life’s a waste, I say they lack belief.
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| They tell me luck will travel, I tell 'em that’s why I’ve got feet.
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| Left, right, left, right,
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| Moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.
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| This could be the last chance you have to fly.
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| Do you like the ground? |
| Want it to pass you by?
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| Man, you had it all when you were just a kid.
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| Do you even remember who you were back then?
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| What do you want in life? |
| Will you be twice as strong?
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| What would you sacrifice? |
| What are you waiting on?
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| Don’t stop, march on.
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| I’ll carry you home.
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| No, you’re not alone.
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| Keep marching on,
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| This is worth fighting for,
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| You know we’ve all got battle scars.
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| You’ve had enough,
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| But just don’t give up.
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| Stick to your guns,
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| You are worth fighting for.
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| You know we’ve all got battle scars.
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| Keep marching on.
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| Keep marching on. |