| Wasn’t all that long ago when our future seemed like a massive stone
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| Too weak then to lift it
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| Maybe not the brightest bulb, but so quickly dismissed that
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| If you blinked you’d have missed it
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| Left behind
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| And lost the will to try
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| Disengaged
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| And blamed for their mistakes
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| You face the world with open hands but you were left out of their plans
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| You hope you fit the fucking mold, a perfect image to uphold
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| Stay with the plan and never stray or else get lost along the way
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| And you will fall out, fall out
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| There’s no room for another way and you learn that every single day
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| 'Till you almost believe it
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| And they put you right there in your place 'till you spit it back in their
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| fucking face
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| Try to make you a martyr, they keep on pushing 'till you push back harder
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| Left behind
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| And lost the will to try
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| Disengaged
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| And blamed for their mistakes
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| You face the world with open hands but you were left out of their plans
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| You hope you fit the fucking mold, a perfect image to uphold
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| Stay with the plan and never stray or else get lost along the way
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| And you will fall out, fall out
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| Branded by the ones above as a hand that doesn’t fit the glove
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| Your chances are wasted
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| Branded by the ones above as a hand that doesn’t fit the glove
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| Your chances are wasted
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| All they have are some hollow rules and a smokescreen there to keep you fooled
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| They’re nothing without it
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| All they have are some hollow rules and a smokescreen there to keep you fooled
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| They’re nothing without it |