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Every time you think you won't make it and each time you're convinced you can't take it, picture me in this light and think of me. You can fight. Because I've been chewed up and spit, I've been big and I've been hit. I've been burned but I have learned that we survive, we get by. We take the hit and we learn to fight. We collide, but we don't die.
And when you get the feeling it's not in you, and all those times remind you of what you can't do. Remember me, I've lost and loved and I am not giving up though I've been torn and I've been used. I've been fooled, I've abused all my rights to living, but I'm alive because we survive. We get by.
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