| With the heart of a lion, and the soul of a beast
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| Coming up, up, up
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| Coming up from underneath
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| I don’t need a gold medal, or a diamond ring
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| Just a living room floor, with the neighbours next door
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| And the record on repeat
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| I used to spend all my days making friends with enemies
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| Just to drift up out the ocean
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| And I broke out, of my hometown
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| Caught a Greyhound
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| From the old me to you, I think
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| I’m coming up from underneath
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| Coming up, up, up
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| Coming up from underneath
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| With an old suitcase, and an open heart
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| No, I never look back
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| No, I never fall apart
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| Now I live in the moment, got everything I need
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| And we’ll never burn out 'cause we sing it real loud
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| With the record on repeat
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| I used to spend all my days making friends with enemies
|
| Just to drift up out the ocean
|
| And I broke out, of my hometown
|
| Caught a Greyhound
|
| From the old me to you, I think
|
| I’m coming up from underneath
|
| Coming up, up, up
|
| Coming up from underneath
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| Coming up, up, up
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| Coming up from underneath
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| Coming up, up, up
|
| Coming up from underneath
|
| Coming up, up, up
|
| Coming up from underneath
|
| Just a living room floor, with the neighbours next door
|
| And the record on repeat
|
| Just a living room floor, with the neighbours next door
|
| And the record on repeat
|
| Just a living room floor, with the neighbours next door
|
| And the record on repeat
|
| Just a living room floor, with the neighbours next door
|
| And the record on repeat
|
| And I broke out, of my hometown
|
| Caught a Greyhound
|
| From the old me to you, I think
|
| I’m coming up from underneath
|
| Coming up, up, up
|
| Coming up from underneath
|
| Coming up, up, up
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| Coming up from underneath
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| Coming up, up, up
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| Coming up from underneath
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| Coming up, up, up
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| Coming up from underneath
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| Coming up, up, up |