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(t. b. schmit) |
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Living in the city it's a hazy way |
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Picking up the pieces that get in my way |
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But one thing i can clearly see |
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That's when you're looking, looking straight into me |
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Don't you know it |
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Won't you show it |
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Don't give up |
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Baby watcha trying to do |
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Don't give up |
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Just cause you're feeling blue |
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Don't give up |
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Girl you gotta understand |
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Don't give up |
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I can lend a helping hand |
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I can feel your confusion 'round and 'round |
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Staring out the window, hearing the sound |
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Of people, people talking about |
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What they know nothing, nothing about |
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Can't you see it |
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Don't you feel it |
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Don't give up... |
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Do you think you're the only girl whose been troubled |
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And on the run |
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Well listen to me one time baby |
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You and me, we're gonna see the sun |
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Don't give up |
