| Warm yourself by the fire, son,
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| And the morning will come soon.
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| I’ll tell you stories of a better time,
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| In a place that we once knew.
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| Before we packed our bags
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| And left all this behind us in the dust,
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| We had a place that we could call home,
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| And a life no one could touch.
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| Don’t hold me up now,
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| I can stand my own ground,
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| I don’t need your help now,
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| You will let me down, down, down!
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| Don’t hold me up now,
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| I can stand my own ground,
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| I don’t need your help now,
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| You will let me down, down, down!
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| Down!
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| We are the angry and the desperate,
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| The hungry, and the cold,
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| We are the ones who kept quiet,
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| And always did what we were told.
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| But we’ve been sweating while you slept so calm,
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| In the safety of your home.
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| We’ve been pulling out the nails that hold up
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| Everything you’ve known.
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| Don’t hold me up now,
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| I can stand my own ground,
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| I don’t need your help now,
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| You will let me down, down, down!
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| Don’t hold me up now,
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| I can stand my own ground,
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| I don’t need your help now,
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| You will let me down, down, down!
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| So open your eyes child,
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| Let’s be on our way.
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| Broken windows and ashes
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| Are guiding the way.
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| Keep quiet no longer,
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| We’ll sing through the day,
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| Of the lives that we’ve lost,
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| And the lives we’ve reclaimed.
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| Go!
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| Don’t hold me up now,
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| I can stand my own ground,
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| I don’t need your help now,
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| You will let me down, down, down!
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| Don’t hold me up now,
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| I can stand my own ground,
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| I don’t need your help now,
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| You will let me down, down, down!
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| Don’t hold me up…
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| (I don’t need your help, I’ll stand my ground)
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| Don’t hold me up…
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| (I don’t need your help)
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| No! |
| No! |
| No!
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| Don’t hold me up!
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| (I don’t need your help, I’ll stand my ground)
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| Don’t hold me up!
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| (I don’t need your help, I’ll stand my ground)
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| Don’t let me down, down, down, down, down! |