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You're gonna take a hit, to the way you've been thinkin' To find when you lose it all, you gain so much more Like battling a rip tide on the edge of an ocean, You're manic, you're treading, you panic You have to step aside to tether the storm It's a backwards war A melee like that is bound to leave a scar You drop your fists in the fight, to show the man that you are You fall in at the end of the line The more you're bowing out the more you stand in the way, Then try to take your place, but you just give it away You fall in at the end of the line Letras de canciones You're gonna take a seat at the top of the table Where beggars, sad and low will all be allowed It's a whisper in the breeze, like trying to see the King in a Rookery, A faceless man stood out in a faceless crowd And took the sky to the ground A melee like that is bound to leave a scar You drop your fists in the fight, to show the man that you are You fall in at the end of the line The more you're bowing out the more you stand in the way, Then try to take your place, but you just give it away You fall in at the end of the line And your nerve shakes, your earth quakes, you're down. down, down And your lip breaks when the punch takes you down, down, down Cause the last place is the first place that you're found, found, found Cause the high place is the low place step down, down, down From Letras Mania