| We all have those days where we just don’t want to wake up
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| Where even the air in the room holds you down
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| And there are days where you beg the universe for any hint of a sign,
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| just something to let you know that you’re even remotely close to the right
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| path
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| The kind of days where you doubt who you are, and where you are,
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| or where you’re even going
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| You anxiously retrace all your steps wondering where the hell you went wrong
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| And where was the place all those lines became blurred and the road forked like
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| a serpent’s tongue convincing you that you didn’t even know yourself, from Adam?
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| Was it there that you split off on to the wrong course?
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| Had you taken the other road you’d likely be in much better shape, right?
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| Or better yet, maybe the world wouldn’t have fallen apart like it has
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| Maybe all the right pieces would have been in all the right places
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| And maybe you would have found yourself instead of losing your hope like an old
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| love note you kept locked inside a dust-covered box under the floorboards
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| Yeah, that sounds pretty good right about now
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| We could all use a little faith in ourselves
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| We deserve that, don’t we? |
| Don’t we?
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| See, don’t we deserve that?
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| Don’t we deserve to open our eyes and rejoice in the mere fact that we’re alive?
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| And that we woke up here?
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| Or that we can marvel in our existence. |
| Isn’t that good enough? |
| Or is that too
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| much to ask for?
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| Because I’m starting to get confused by this all, this whole rat race
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| You know where we’re chasing other people’s dreams and comparing the wonder of
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| what makes us, us
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| Can you believe that?
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| Let me tell you, I’ve stared into the dark and I’ve watched its lonely eyes
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| look right back at me, and I won’t lie to you, they pierce the soul no less
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| than a sharp knife on a fresh piece of flesh
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| And it whispers into your ears into the silent of the night just hoping that
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| for a second you’ll forget what it is you are
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| So hear me, my friends
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| Don’t listen!
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| It’s a trap to think that you are not the infinite
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| It is a tragedy to believe even for a second that you are not the culmination
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| of each incredibly, improbable moment that led to your existence
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| You heard me right!
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| And those scars you carry, well those are yours
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| So wear them with honor, like badges you’ve collected along your way
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| Place them over your heart one by one for all to see
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| And stand up straight
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| Hold your head up high
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| And don’t you even think of wasting any more of your precious moments looking
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| down on yourself
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| Wake up!
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| You deserve that!
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| You are human
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| You’re alive!
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| Wake up!
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| You’re a wildfire!
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| Burn bright, burn bright, burn bright! |