You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh He spent most of his youth With his head down Chubby, fugly, awkward walk And not much of a talker He was good at setting bad examples But bad at math, crunch time He kept it moving like the lunch line Working on his salad bars And fruit punch lines His simple triplets had his English teachers tongue tied As he starts pirouette for perfection And Darren Aronofsky black swan refection He plucked feather from his back And watched his bottom limbs, bend forward Toward something more, he wasn't sure He plucked feather from his back And watched his bottom limbs, bend forward Toward something more You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh Raised in a broken home built brick By government cheese brick Back and forth between parents Making us sea sick On his knees every night Praying for a little change But the tooth fairy was broke And offered little hope He used to stand in front of mirrors With his toothbrush star searching But he ain't have to search far He was smart and made a pact with himself With a smirk and made a vow that one day His dad would never ever have to worry He plucked feather from his back And watched his bottom limbs, bend forward Toward something more, he wasn't sure He plucked feather from his back And watched his bottom limbs, bend forward Toward something more You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh Fast forward a few 24 hours Little boy turned man Makes good on his promise Just to say we didn't take the trips To the bahamas Now you're boy bank account Got a few more commas... The hard work payed off, don't it? Plus it feel good when you can say you own it No rent, lease, loan or a mortgage That generator money, no shortage He plucked feather from his back And watched his bottom limbs, bend forward Toward something more, he wasn't sure He plucked feather from his back And watched his bottom limbs, bend forward Toward something more You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh You gotta keep on keeping on Even with the feeling That you're gonna keep losing You gotta come back strong Oh Oh

I'm in the middle of a heartache Half out, half in Not quite out of love with you Not too much in love with him I'm in the middle of a heartache Half way, half blue Can't give all my love to him When I'm still in love with you Just when I think that I've forgotten you The memory of your love grows dim That old pain starts again of wanting you More than I ever wanted him I'm in the middle of a heartache Heart-old, heart new Can't give all my love to him When I'm still in love with you Just when I think that I've forgotten you The memory of your love grows dim That old pain starts again of wanting you More than I ever wanted him I'm in the middle of a heartache Heart-old, heart new Can't give all my love to him When I'm still in love with you (In love with you)

Strongest taste Loudest drop Head is filled The thought, unlocked Strongest taste Loudest drop Head is filled The thought, unlocked Strongest taste Loudest drop Head is filled The thought, unlocked Strongest taste Loudest drop Head is filled You'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five Gone to find a place for us to hide Be together, but alone As the need for it has grown You'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five Gone to find a place for us to hide Be together, but alone As the need for it has grown, yeah Cha cha, cha cha, cha cha Cha cha, cha cha A cave or a shed A car or a bed A hole in the ground Or a burial mound A bush or a tree Or the aegean sea, will do for me Cha cha, cha cha, cha cha Cha cha, cha cha, ha I can say that you look pretty You turn my legs into spaghetti You set my heart on fire For you I found a vent In the bottom of a coal mine Just enough space for your hands in the inside If you go Do let me know You'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five Gone to find a place for us to hide A den or a dessert Perhaps an ink squirt A cellar, a wishing well, a war Or a guarantee will do for me For you I found a cell On the top floor of a prison Just enough space for you to fit your feet in If you go Do let me know For you I found a cell On the top floor of a prison Just enough space for you to fit your feet in If you go Please let me know I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire