| Caked up and faked up, she’s obsessed with the outside.
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| Nothing earned, too afraid to fail, so she lead a hollow life void of insight.
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| Loving what you see, but you fear what you think
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| 'Cause your mind and your body, there’s a missing fucking link
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| That leaves you vulnerable, susceptible to pain.
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| You’re a garden of potential submerged in the rain.
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| True beauty can’t be seen with the eyes.
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| Armed, armed with a mind.
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| I’m gonna strengthen my action with thought,
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| Make use of the gift that I got,
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| And walk fearless 'cause I’m armed with a mind.
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| A weak offense when you step to this,
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| Mind over matter is power over fists.
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| I walk fearless 'cause I’m armed with a mind.
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| I walk fearless, I walk fearless,
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| With a mind far greater than your fucking fist.
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| Spineless and mindless, you flex your muscles, not your fucking head,
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| A deep man with a strong point made without one thoughtful word said.
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| Huff and puff, fierce fists will do the talking.
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| Can’t speak for yourself, so your crew’s with you walking.
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| Tell me what’s worth fighting for, |
| And it better be something greater than an evening of the score.
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| Boy, your true strength sleeps behind your eyes.
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| Armed with a mind.
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| I’m gonna strengthen my action with thought,
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| Make use of the gift that I got,
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| And walk fearless 'cause I’m armed with a mind.
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| A weak offense when you step to this,
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| Mind over matter is power over fists.
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| I walk fearless 'cause I’m armed with a mind.
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| With a mind, with a mind,
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| And I’m walking fearless.
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| It’s the absentminded fool who’s afraid to think,
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| To extend an open hand, to dare to earn a thing.
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| It’s the gift inside your head you can’t take for granted
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| Because an unexamined life is a seed unplanted.
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| As the animals, they can’t reason, but as humans we can,
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| So are you just a wild animal or a rational man?
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| Our bodies take you nowhere, might does not make right.
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| There’s a gift inside your head called your mind. |