Itand's hard,
hard, not to sit on your hands,
burrow your head in the sand,
hard, not to make other plans
and claim that youand've done all you can,
all alone
and life
must go on.
Itand's hard,
hard, to stand up for whatand's right
and bring home the bacon each night,
hard, not to break down and cry,
when every ideal that you tried
has been wrong.
but you must
carry on.
Ref:
itand's hard,
but you know itand's worth the fight,
cause you know youand've got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
hold tight!
donand't be afraid of what theyand'll say.
who cares what cowards think? anyway,
they will understand some day,
some day.
Itand's hard,
hard, when youand're here all alone
and everyone elseand's gone home.
harder to know right from wrong
when all objectivityand's gone
and itand's gone.
but you still
carry on.
'cause you,
you are the only one left
and youand've got to clean up this mess.
you know youand'll end up like the rest
bitter and twisted - unless
you stay strong
and you
carry on.
Ref:
itand's hard,
but you know itand's worth the fight,
cause you know youand've got the truth on your side,
when the accusations fly.
hold tight!
donand't be afraid of what theyand'll say.
who cares what cowards think? anyway,
they will understand some day,
some day.
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