| Get out of your own way, hey, hey
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| Get out of your own way, hey, hey
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| Love hurts
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| Now you're the girl who's left with no words
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| Your heart's a balloon, but then it bursts
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| It doesn't take a cannon, just a pin
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| Your skin's not covering
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| And resistance
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| Love has got to fight for its existence
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| The enemy has armies for assistance
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| The amorist, the glamorous, the kiss
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| A fist, listen to this, oh
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| Get out of your own way, oh, I
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| Get out of your own way, oh, I
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| I could sing it to you all night, all night
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| If I could, I'd make it alright, alright
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| Nothing's stopping you except what's inside
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| I can help you, but it's your fight, your fight
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| Fight back
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| Don't take it lyin' down, you got to bite back
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| The face of liberty's starting to crack
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| She had a plan up until she got smacked in the mouth
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| And it all went south
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| Like freedom
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| The slaves are lookin' for someone to lead them
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| The master's lookin' for someone to need him
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| The promised land is there for those who need it most
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| And Lincoln's ghost said...
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| Get out of your own way, oh, I
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| Get out of your own way, oh, I
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| I could sing it to you all night, all night
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| If I could, I'd make it alright, alright
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| Nothing's stopping you except what's inside
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| I can help you, but it's your fight, your fight
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| Get out of your own way
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| Get out of your own way
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| Get out of your own way
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| Get out of your own way
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| Get out of your own way
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| Blessed are the arrogant
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| For there is the kingdom of their own company
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| Blessed are the superstars
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| For the magnificence in their light
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| We understand better our own insignificance
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| Blessed are the filthy rich
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| For you can only truly own what you give away
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| Like your pain |