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Fuck all your friends They got no passion What kind of icons never drawn blood I thought you a legend In your daddy's car Got found in the desert, but lost your heart You're trying but not too hard 'Cause fighting's just a lost art Still got my eyes on the prize I'd rather be dead Than stuck in the vacuum Where everyone's so proud of who they're not Don't need a break I got what I got So what if it's nothing still taking my shot Fighting for a small part Failing with a big heart Still got my eyes on the prize Every night I feel it coming Hunts me down but I keep running Letras de cancionesLike a hurricane ripping through my brain I'd rather be dead Then live with no passion You're trying but not too hard 'Cause fighting's just a lost art Still got my Still got my Still got my eyes on the prize Eyes on the prize Eyes on the prize Every night I feel it coming Hunts me down but I keep (My eyes on the prize) Every night I feel it coming Hunts me down but I keep (My eyes on the prize) Every night I feel it coming Hunts me down but I keep running From Letras Mania