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Hey there, |
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Mr. Personality, was everybody wrong to think |
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That you would have the world on it's knees |
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Or perhaps we were too blind to see that all your grace would fall to entropy |
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Leaving only fear and apathy and useless dreams |
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And the shadows that you cast so tall on the wall of possibility |
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Grow closer to infinity with every word that goes unsaid |
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Cause you could build your house of gold if you could only find a place to start |
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But for now there's just a question mark hanging on your head |
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Cause you could be the best there ever was (3x) |
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But you won't move cause you're to scared |
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Potential shines so bright when never dared |
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And I never thought |
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I'd find you gagged and bound by mediocrity |
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Denying who you want to be how did your standards get so low? |
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Or are you still content hang your feat in the pool of opportunity |
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When everyone has yet to see a single thing to show |
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Hey Mr. World at your |
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Feet did you finally accept defeat? |
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Or was your bark more than your bite |
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When you wake up from your dream to find your smile has lost it's gleam |
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Well maybe then you'll see the light |
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Cause you could be the best there ever was (3x) |
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But nothing's gained when nothing's shared |
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Potential shines so bright when never dared |
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So break those chains and take the world |
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It's yours to claim, or are you still afraid |
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To take some value from those impotent dilapidated aspirations |