| I’ll be thinking of
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| Never gave my way to no destination running away
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| But I know from the future baby
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| See nothing inspires like a new creation
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| I just keep on pushing forward
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| Until I fall off the edge
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| Until I fall off the edge
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| Within with a sentence, yeah
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| Overly attentive
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I will just keep, keep on open
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| I will just keep on pushing forward, yeah
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| I will just keep on pushing forward, yeah
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| Before I’ll break the edge
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| Into the hands of imagination
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| Inspire them ventors
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| Keep making move all this convocation, honey
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| So send me a sign
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| 'Cause I got plans for a new illumination
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| So I’ve got this craving baby
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| I’ve got a fire in my stomach
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| Something is changing,
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| And I’ll burn the house down that you chose
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| We’re buried in
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I will just keep, keep on open
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| I will just keep on pushing forward, yeah
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| I will just keep on pushing forward, yeah
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| Before I’ll break the edge
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| Into the hands of imagination
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I will just keep, keep on open
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| I will just keep on pushing forward, yeah
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| I will just keep on pushing forward, yeah
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| Before I’ll break the edge
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| Into the hands of imagination |