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From the time we are born, the time we're alive |
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Waiting for our story to start |
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We practice all day, we practice all night |
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But we're waiting for our story to start |
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Then we're taught what is true, we're taught what is right |
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We're taught not to follow our heart |
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And then, the next thing we know, we're trapped in a place |
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Where the story will never start |
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On this trip we all bend; we bend and we break |
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We break all our pacts with ourselves |
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We merely try to survive and we drop all our goals |
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And put our dreams all on our shelves |
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And we're told our new goals, we're told our new dreams |
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They're nothing like the dreams we once held |
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And now to follow our dreams we have to buy all this crap |
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Fulfil the dreams of someone else |
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But don't let 'em check you, they're sucking the wrong brew |
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The cowards should not steer your life by their own fear |
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care what you are dreaming; the future is teeming |
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With stories that want to start |
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From the time we are born, the time of the life |
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Waiting for our story to start |
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We practice all day, we practice all night |
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But we're waiting for our story to start |
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Then we're taught what is true, we're taught what is right |
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We're taught not to follow our heart |
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And then, the next thing we know, we're trapped in a place |
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Where the story will never start |
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Don't let 'em check you, they're sucking the wrong brew |
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The cowards should not steer your life by their own fear |
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care what you are dreaming; the future is teeming |
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With stories that wait to start |
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Don't let 'em check you, they're sucking the wrong brew |
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The cowards should not steer your life by their own fear |
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care what you are dreaming; the future is teeming |
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With stories that wait to start |
