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You've already made to many mistakes |
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To ever amount to anything great |
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You're not allowed to dream out loud |
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You're far too young to even count |
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And much too poor without any doubt |
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And you haven't done nearly enough |
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To deserve any grace or anyones love |
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God speak truth |
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To the lies that we've believed instead of you |
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You're in the wrong city for that line of work |
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And you'll never make it unless you're a jerk |
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Live for yourself and store up more wealth |
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We've traded in dreams and youthful ideals |
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For less noble things of paying the bills |
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And trying our best to look like the rest |
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While hiding our fears by the way we all dress |
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God speak truth |
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To the paychecks we have trusted instead of you |
