| As long as we stick with it
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| Keep taking our licks with it
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| And we remain quick-witted
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| Somehow we’ll make it through
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| As long as we don’t back down
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| When we get tossed around
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| We will always rebound
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| Somehow we’ll make it through
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| Love is not the fairest of prospects
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| And every event that might render some context
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| Is complex but its all part of the process
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| My goddess the world is far from lawless
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| And though I should be rotting away
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| Bottled up from a battle I fought yesterday
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| Mistakes were made sure — gotta look to the end
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| I got a second chance to make it right again
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| And I can’t change the choices
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| I made in the past by being boisterous
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| And I can’t change decisions
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| I meekly made that deserve derision
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| And with a different turn of events
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| I might have never met you had no way to repent
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| I wouldn’t be sitting up on this end of the phone
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| Trying to figure out a game plan — a way to atone
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| As long as we stick with it
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| Keep taking our licks with it
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| And we remain quick-witted
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| Somehow we’ll make it through
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| As long as we don’t back down
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| When we get tossed around
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| We will always rebound
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| Somehow we’ll make it through
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| I’m reminded of our first excursion
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| I could’ve been considered a virgin
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| All things considered I hadn’t learned the difference
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| Since my interests all fell within business
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| Now that same business returns
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| With a purpose to break deep beneath the surface
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| And yea it really makes me nervous
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| Former hermit turned out civil service
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| Smart, clever, down for whatever
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| Always on a mission to change for the better
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| I have you to thank for that and I’m grateful
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| Now its my turn to be the guardian angel
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| I will orchestrate the conditions
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| So some might have another chance at going the distance
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| And if they barter a martyr
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| Let 'em see just how we operate when we got the armor |