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Without a sense of fear, |
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I'll try to walk this life. |
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Try to reflect what |
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I feel on the inside. |
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You hold a blatent misinterpretation of a simpler day, |
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But the only thing they know about me is my name. |
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I accept that our perceptions on the same ideals will probably never be the |
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Same. Throughout these trying days, my passion stays the same. |
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And I won't waste a chance to grow |
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With everything |
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I've ever learnt, |
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I'll ensure that every second here is a second earn't. |
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Everything |
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I've learnt from these failures, light the road. |
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I can feel assumptions cloud around us. |
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But what I've come to realize, is that it doesn't mean anything. |
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Despite this all, our goals remain the same, remain the same. |
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Ooh! It seems |
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I'm cutting them out and it's to set them straight. |
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Intervention, a misdirection. |
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So we're all looking the other way. |
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But your sons are waking up, and they're afraid to have their say. |
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We can't arrive with reason if our irrational fears will block our way. |
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Misconceptions never changed the way we work, |
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But bad intentions don't last long enough to change them, |
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Throughout these trying days, my passion stays the same. |
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And I won't waste a chance to grow. |
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With everything |
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I've ever learnt, |
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I'll ensure that every second here is a second earn't. |
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Everything |
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I've learnt from these failures, light the road. |
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Who else but |
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I will decide when my pride is to set alight. |
