| Hustle in the five old years,
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| do you love and do you fear?
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| all your working inspiration,
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| systematic exploration
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| words are great, words are real,
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| words are desperate, make a deal
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| all your words are so poetic,
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| generational synthetic
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| and I will do it on my own again,
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| and I will say what I will
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| and I will do it on my own again
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| and I will say what I will
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| all my friends are far away,
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| hits my head in disobey,
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| i can help but to forget
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| what is now and what is next
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| train a fortune for a soul,
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| what we wanted all along
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| all your words are so magnetic,
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| generational pathetic
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| and I will do it on my own again,
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| and I will say what I will |