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Текст песни
The more excuses you make, the weaker your silhouette
A winner doesn't have to prove that he is a winner, not yet
In a world of noise and chaos, I keep my steady tone
When disorder breaks through the doors — I become the shield alone
Constantly giving in will never earn respect
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