If you are moving uphill, then there is a cliff somewhere nearby.
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Life is a serpentine
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I put my thoughts on the motive
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Looking for a way
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Mom, I know the world is unfair, but
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I promise to stay strong
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No matter how you put your hands down
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Looking for a way
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We were not spoiled by life
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We were taught not to whine
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I am a stranger among my own, 40 squares without light, but it pours from within
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We were not spoiled by life
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We were taught not to whine
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Alone against the crowd, broken fists preferred broken dreams
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Be yourself, not like anyone else
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In a strange house to pass for your own
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Desperately in the icy world to look for at least somewhere warm
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But apparently this is not given to us.
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Now it's cold inside of me
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Tomorrow we will make a rustle, yesterday's people without a name
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From white crow to black phoenix
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Until you change, life will not change.
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If you are moving uphill, then there is a cliff somewhere nearby.
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Life is a serpentine
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I put my thoughts on the motive
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Looking for a way
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Mom, I know the world is unfair, but
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I promise to stay strong
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No matter how you put your hands down
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Looking for a way
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If you are moving uphill, then there is a cliff somewhere nearby.
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Life is a serpentine
|
I put my thoughts on the motive
|
Looking for a way
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Mom, I know the world is unfair, but
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I promise to stay strong
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No matter how you put your hands down
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Looking for a way |