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The whole wide world wants to put me in a box A child of divorce, paradise lost If I'm being honest, I was born to fly No one believes me, surprise, surprise So, bring it on Dawn to dusk in a factory The boss-man's always got it out for me While he drives home in a Cadillac I walk for miles, and never look back So get busy living or get busy dying If you don't take a stand, then there's no use in trying If you don't spread your wings, then there's no way of flying So get busy living Or get busy dying My treasure ain't gold, it ain't silver or shined This ain't my home, I'm no slave to the grind Wasted days, I will never get back Done chasing my tail and following the pack So, bring it on So get busy living or get busy dying If you don't take a stand, then there's no use in trying If you don't spread your wings, then there's no way of flying So get busy living, or get busy dying The whole wide world wants to put me in a box But they'll never turn me into someone I'm not So, bring it on So, bring it on Bring it on