| I have a little voice in my head
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| More a song so softly sung
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| And he’s gently chiding me
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| He sings of raising my heart to exceed all this fear
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| And this doubt, he says, highlights me
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| In the desperate moments I long for him
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| Just to cease, he just sings much louder
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| His baleful reprieve, if I say
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| I will, then I will be saved, he says
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| That I must go hard or go hungry
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| These are the rules of the good times, baby
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| Go hard or go hungry
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| No other reason to live, my baby
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| I am just wondering on, I say
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| I have a song, I say, of my own, I say
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| And as these birthdays just fall and aren’t returned
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| I can hear him loud, 'cause he must be heard
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| In the desperate moments I long for him
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| Just to cease, he just sings much louder
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| His baleful reprieve, if I say
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| I will, then I will be saved, he says
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| That I must go hard or go hungry
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| These are the rules of the good times, baby
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| Go hard or go hungry
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| No other reason to live, my baby
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| You didn’t bring me to the face of the world
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| Just to cry freedom and then return
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| We stand as one, with your hand on my back
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| I must go on
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| We stand as one, with your hand on my back
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| I must go on
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| My child, it’s your time
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| Go hard or go hungry
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| These are the rules of the good times, baby
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| Go hard or go hungry
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| No other reason to live, my baby
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| Go hard or go hungry
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| These are the reasons we live, baby |