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You feel like a candle in a hurricane Just like a picture with a broken frame Alone and helpless, like you’ve lost your fight But you’ll be alright, you’ll be alright You taste what you’re made of You might bend ‘til you break ‘Cause it’s all you can take On your knees you look up Decide you’ve had enough You get mad, you get strong Wipe your hands, shake it off Then you stand.
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