| I’ve been pushed by the hardest
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| Knocked down by the toughest
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| Picked up by your woman accepting my heavy luggage
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| I saw the world at the age of fifteen
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| And the people that can say the same were right there with me
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| The human mind can hold a fragile piece of data
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| Conflicting with the proper functionality of matter
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| Then and only then will it appear with perfect clarity
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| Suitable and from the heart with absolute sincerity
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| Promise me that you will give me all your criticisms
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| Insightful stereotypes from cynical women
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| I only ask that you keep me from your love life
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| Cause I don’t want to see this again or it’s artificial sunlight
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| And I don’t mean to sound so pessimistic
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| But I don’t need another offering of best wishes
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| So let it become, whatever it may become
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| And if tomorrow is the same we’ll know that it’s begun
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| Life is too short to let is just die
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| So take my hand and come with me tonight
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| And if we make it to tomorrow
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| There’s no need to follow
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| The path that’ll be inside of ya eyes
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| The passing of a week into greater than a month
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| In relation to the conversations we developed from
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| Signifies where we been and what we have to learn
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| Miscommunication is a privilege that we had to earn
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| I don’t want to skip the necessary steps
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| To improving who I am in this contemporary mess
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| The scenery has been constructed for the photograph
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| And nothing really seems to be a problem that would hold you back
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| Haunted by the simple things that you would want to change
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| And I can promise you right now that I will do the same
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| Upon the ending where we’re educating who we are
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| You will feel the acclamation of a lovely movie star
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| The final stage will incorporate the last position
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| Beneath commitment and above your former acquisitions
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| Sacrifice all of the adolescent lectures
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| Basing this on instinct I will dive into this headfirst
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| Life is too short to let is just die
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| So take my hand and come with me tonight
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| And if we make it to tomorrow
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| There’s no need to follow
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| The path that’ll be inside of ya eyes |