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Another brick on top of the pile |
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It's getting too heavy already |
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To carry on your young shoulders |
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You know everything's not in its place |
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But you have no idea what it is |
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That is preventing you from |
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Rising to your own height |
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A vicious passed on burden |
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Too invisible to see, |
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Yet heavy enough to make you crawl |
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To take all beauty from life, |
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To steal all ambition |
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How could you know? |
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No one ever showed you any other way |
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No one ever encouraged you to shine |
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To be what you are and be it proudly |
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To not let anyone put you in any other mold |
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But the one you carry deep inside |
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Another brick on the top of the pile |
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It's getting too heavy already |
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To carry on your young shoulders |
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You know everything's not in it's place |
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But you have no idea what it is |
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That is preventing you from |
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Rising to your own height |
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A vicious passed on burden |
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Too invisible to see, |
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Yet heavy enough to make you crawl |
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To take all beauty from life, |
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To steal all ambition |
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Every night on your knees |
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Making a silent prayer to a god |
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that you don't even know |
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Wake up to another day to see |
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That everything is still the same |
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No more faked ambition |
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Time to put it all in its place |
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Anything else but hiding in shadows |
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Let them be you |
