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I remember we were young and you said that |
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I was done[Incomprehensible] |
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And I rode out on the street, |
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I was back up on my feet |
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Well, I was fighting the same old wars, had to even out the scores |
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And I'm still alive, and |
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I will survive |
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I can take what life's got to give, just need a little time |
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And I'm still alive talking that same old jive |
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I can handle what cause my worry, just gimme another day |
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And the times have changed, my friend, |
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I'll be here till the bitter end |
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With a guitar in my hand, |
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I stand little taller |
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I've been to hell and back, |
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I ain't falling off this track |
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From the back to the front page, from a gutter to the stage |
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And I'm still alive, and |
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I will survive |
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I can take what life's got to give, just need a little time |
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And I'm still alive talking that same old jive |
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I can handle what cause my worry, just gimme another day[Incomprehensible], take me so very far from home |
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I woke up one summer day and |
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I fell in love |
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And the times have changed my friend, |
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I'll be here till the bitter end |
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And I'm here to make my stand with a guitar in my hand |
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And I'm still alive, and |
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I will survive |
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I can take what life's got to give, just need a little time |
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And I'm still alive talking that same old jive |
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I can handle what cause my worry, just gimme another day |
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Another day |
