| Shut the door
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| Pour a drink
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| It’s about time
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| Who decides
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| In our minds, what the future holds
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| No reason running from this
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| Perfection doesn’t exist
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| We can’t keep pushing up hills with this weight on
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| With the weight on
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| And we’ve gone beyond the highest ground
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| We’ll take the only steps we’ve found
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| We’ve gone beyond the highest ground
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| And we’ve gone beyond the highest ground
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| We’ll take the only steps we’ve found
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| We’ve gone beyond the highest ground
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| In the end, in my head
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| I’m not second best, no
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| I’m just trying, trying to be better than my past self
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| I guess there’s, no reason running from this
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| Perfection doesn’t exist
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| We can’t just do nothing when the fight comes, to us
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| You know we’ve come too far, to ever turn back,
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| ever turn back, ever turn back
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| I know we’ve bruised these scars, we never held back,
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| never held back, never held back
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| We know this road is hard, we never turn back,
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| never turn back, never turn
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| I know we’ve bruised these scars,
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| we’ve come too far, to hell and back
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| And we’ve gone beyond the highest ground
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| We’ll take the only steps we’ve found
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| We’ve gone beyond the highest ground
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