| Not without a purpose and it’s not without a fight
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| I’ve got three tales to tell you so please sit tight
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| It’s the story of three underdogs who’ve grown to see their light
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| Not without a purpose, not without a fight
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| Been away for far too long, you’re on my mind
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| Got your picture and I stare at it all the time
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| Minutes turn to hours, hours into days
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| And as each one passes by it feels all the same
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| But the lights they go dark, Man In Black on the P.A.
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| Walk up the stairs as one again to decimate the stage
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| Not without a purpose and it’s not without a fight
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| Our spirit lives forever blinded by the city lights
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| If we keep our act together we might make another night
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| Not without a purpose, not without a fight
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| Hey, I was always just another average kid
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| Looking up to the Pistols, idolizing Sid
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| I guess my parents never really felt the same
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| Spikes and leather jackets hurt my family name
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| Now I’m on the streets, now I’ve been locked out
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| Friends and punk rock music were the only way out
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| Started as a firm believer, now I own my doubts
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| As it’s pretty clear a civil war has broken out
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| A Southie iron worker leaving work behind
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| As W.M.D. |
| propaganda warped my fragile mind
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| But now I’ve lived the truth, my eyes are open wide
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| E.T.S. |
| to Boston leave an oil war behind
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| Not without a purpose and it’s not without a fight
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| Another poor kid caught up in a fire fight
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| I don’t believe in Jesus but I pray to God tonight
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| Not without a purpose, not without a fight
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| Never give up, never give in, never walk away, always fighting
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| Never give up, never give in, never walk away, always fighting
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| Been away for far too long, you’re on my mind
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| Got your picture and I stare at it all the time
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| Minutes turn to hours, hours into days
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| And as each one passes by it feels all the same
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| Not without a purpose and it’s not without a fight
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| Our spirit lives forever blinded by the city lights
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| If we keep our act together we might make another night
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| Not without a purpose, not without a fight
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| Not without a purpose and it’s not without a fight
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| Our spirit lives forever blinded by the city lights
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| If we keep our act together we might make another night
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| Not without a purpose, not without a fight
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| Not without a purpose, not without a fight |