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This is not the right way |
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Some have said that I was given keys to the city of your dreams |
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I'm more content to walk outside the walls and catch a breeze |
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I'm more inclined to climb on by or ride internal seas |
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I'm more alive to vibe inside a mansion full of trees |
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I do this for a reason that they can't pretend to glean |
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I lose myself infused in something more than what they've seen |
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I'm not a slave to greed |
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I don't embrace your make believe |
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I've never been for sale no matter what they think I need |
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So let it be decreed |
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Let this music serve the deed |
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Let it spread like a disease |
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Let it spawn a noble seed |
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There's more than meets the eye |
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There's more than meets the price |
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If you can't see the sky there's too much artificial light |
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I can't predict my path, but they can't fully see my past |
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I'm running from the flash but heading straight inside the blast |
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A mountain full of ego built upon a heap of trash |
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Is exactly what you get when you can't fully do the math |
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This is not the right way |
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But this is my way |
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