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Preasures of a hundred pounds |
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Crashing down in my life |
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Technicalities, realized fallacies |
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Fuel the fire of my strife |
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How do I know which path I'll walk? |
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Mental freedom, it's all talk |
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So many possibilites |
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Yet my life has been foreseen |
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How many ****ing years? |
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Until I'm a real human being |
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Because every ****ing movement |
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Is just a petty routine |
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Out of my reach |
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Out of my hands |
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I wake up everyday |
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Just to fill your demands |
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24 more just waiting for the next |
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Looking foreward to something |
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Wasted, just like all the rest |
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Whose life do I live? |
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I want it back! |
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I'm taking it back |
