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I look around and it's the same old situation on a different day |
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These masses of confrontation beating me down |
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I'm picking at the pieces to put them all back into place |
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A never ending crossword of questions collaborates |
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While asking myself, where are we going in time? |
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But hey, everyday, I'll pick my feet up off the ground |
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And everyday you'll see, I don't make believe |
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That everything is okay, but in the end |
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The life that you choose to lead is your fate |
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You'll see |
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Communication with yourself and asking, |
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"Is this really where I want to be?" |
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No way! |
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Patronized, antagonized, and bound beyond |
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the boundaries of everyday life |
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A mutual enmity for a system of conformity, and asking myself, |
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Is this really where I want to be? |
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Anchors away, don't let it drag you down oh no! |
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But hey everyday, I'll pick my feet up off the ground |
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And everyday you'll see, I don't make believe |
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That everything is okay, but in the end |
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The life that you choose to lead is your fate |
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You'll see?!!! |
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Well I know by now, but keep wondering how |
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How many times will I fall? |
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I'll keep standing tall! |
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Everything you talk about and everything you see |
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Everybody's trying to tell you who you want to be |
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Don't try to separate reality from dreaming |
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Trust yourself, keep on believing |
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I think I can is all that you can really tell yourself |
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Just keep on and moving my friend oh yeah someday you're gonna see! |
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That hey everyday, well I'll pick my feet up off the ground |
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And everyday, you'll see, I don't make believe |
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That everything is okay, but in the end |
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The life that you choose to lead is your fate |
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You're gonna see |
