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It's kind of crazy |
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How we are slaves to an early grave |
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So we get wasted |
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To see clearer through the haze |
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You gotta shake it off |
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Get back up |
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Show what you're made of |
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Make your own luck |
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And raise your heart above these streets |
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Put some soul under your feet |
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Take only what you need |
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Raise your heart above these streets |
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Mercy you mercy me |
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It's kinda frightening |
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To see how much this place has changed |
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You gotta shake it off |
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Get back up |
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Show what you're made of |
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Make your own luck |
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And raise your heart above these streets |
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Put some soul under your feet |
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Take only what you need |
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Raise your heart above these streets |
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Mercy you mercy me |
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Oh, get your head 'round what you need |
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Oh, get your head 'round what you feel ' |
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Cause this is real |
