There is a blank page for you
Give me the bones of what you believe
Maybe they'll save you from me
Will I be the strong hand keeping you safe
or will I break you in half
and you will never be under my thumb
but you were not your own land
See the way we all run
When we know it off by heart
Played down, waiting all out
When we win or lose it this time
When the pressure's building for a great white hope
do you give up the things that you love
and the pressure's building till it takes you whole
can you go back on your own word
All of your brothers, they never died
For what you kill for slowly
How it will grind you into the ground
If you should try to hold me
See the way we all run
When we know it off by heart
Played down, waiting all out
When we win or lose it this time
When the pressure's building for a great white hope
do you give up the things that you love
and the pressure's building till it takes you whole
can you go back on your own word
When the pressure's building for a great white hope
do you give up the things that you love
and the pressure's building till it takes you whole
can you go back on your own word
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