| An endless haze of better days
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| I once called paradise, they define me
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| Another sound, another song out on the radio
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| Was I so naïve?
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| Time to see all that the future can bring to my life
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| To be free, just like the mentors who’s shoes I once wore
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| Still the world’s turning in circles
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| Pushing me to stay on the grind
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| No more standing in the rain
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| Led me from the path of the blind
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| Words were spoken all in vain
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| Never fit th mold they designed
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| Hard to lave it all behind
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| Forging from a new state of mind
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| I’m the last of my kind
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| A glorified and justified return to what has been
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| Gotta turn the cheek
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| So many times I saw the signs in total disregard
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| Walked amongst the meek
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| Time to see all that the future can bring to my life
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| Pushing me to stay on the grind
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| No more standing in the rain
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| Led me from the path of the blind
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| Words were spoken all in vain
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| Never fit the mold they designed
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| Hard to leave it all behind
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| Forging from a new state of mind
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| I’m the last of my kind
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| Look in the mirror, there’s a madman staring back at me
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| Pretending everything was real and not just fantasy
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| Last — of — my — kind
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| Pushing me to stay on the grind
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| No more standing in the rain
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| Led me from the path of the blind
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| Words were spoken all in vain
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| Never fit the mold they designed
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| Hard to leave it all behind
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| Forging from a new state of mind |