| I look around and it’s the same old situation on a different day
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| These masses of confrentation beating me down
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| I’m picking at the pieces to put them all back into place
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| A never ending crossword of questions colaberates
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| While asking myself, where are we going in time?
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| But hey, everyday, I’ll pick my feet up off the ground
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| And well hey everyday you’re gonna see, I don’t make believe
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| That everything is okay, but in the end
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| The life that you choose to lead is your fate
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| You’ll see
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| Communication with yourself and asking, «Is this really where I want to be?»
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| No Way!
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| Patronized, antagonized, and bound beyond the boundaries of everyday life
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| A mutual enmity for a system of conformity, and asking myself,
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| Is this really where I want to be?
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| Anchors away, don’t let it drag you down oh no!
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| Well I know by now, but keep wondering how
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| How many times will I fall?
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| I’ll keep standing tall!
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| Well everything you talk about and everything you see!
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| Everybody’s trying to tell you who you want to be!
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| Don’t try to seperate reality from dreaming!
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| Trust yourself, keep on believing!
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| I think I can is all that you can really tell yourself
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| Keep moving on and moving on and someday my friend oh yeah you’re gonna see! |