| My dreams are not my master
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| My thoughts are not my aim
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| Triumph balance with disaster
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| Two impostors one and the same
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| I have heard the truth I’ve spoken
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| Twisted now a trap for fools
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| I have had my life’s work broken
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| To start again with worn out tools
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| Held my winnings in one hand
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| And risk them on a single horse
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| Lose and start at my beginning
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| And never tell about my loss
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| Driven hard, mind, heart and body
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| When all is gone
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| Held on still even tighter
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| To my will which screams to me 'Hold on'
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| I’ve kept my head when those about me
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| Losing theirs on me they blame
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| Trust myself when other doubt me
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| Allow their doubting all the same
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| Driven hard, mind, heart and soul
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| To the point when all is whole
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| Driven hard, my heart
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| Driven hard, my soul
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| Driven hard, is the way that I see this world
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| I have waited and not grown bored
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| Lied about, not dealt in lies
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| Some men hate me but I not them
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| Don’t look too good nor talk too wise
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| Talked with crowds and kept my virtue
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| A common touch
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| Friend nor foe can ever hurt me
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| All men count with me but none too much
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| I fill each and every hour
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| With sixty minutes of distance run
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| Knowing that no man can touch me
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| Gazing straight into the sun
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| Mine is the world and all within
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| And, which is more, I’m a man my son
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| Driven hard, my heart
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| Driven hard, my soul
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| Driven hard, is the way that I see this world |