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Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on |
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Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high |
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Riding high Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on |
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Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high |
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Till my dying day I will give it all away |
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I'll be pushing on |
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Till the rivers run dry I've got to try, try, try |
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I'll keep pushing on |
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When my soles wear through I won't be feeling blue |
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I'll keep pushing on (pushing on) |
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Till the rivers run dry I've got to try, try, try |
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I'll keep pushing on (pushing on, push, pushing on) |
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When my (pushing on) |
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Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on |
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Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high |
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Till my dying day I will give it all away |
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I'll be pushing on |
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Till the rivers run dry I've got to try, try, try |
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I'll keep pushing on |
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When my soles wear through I won't be feeling blue |
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I'll keep pushing on (pushing on) |
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Till the rivers run dry I've got to try, try, try |
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I'll keep pushing on |
