| Standing on the shoulders of giants
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| I need to believe that I’m here for a reason
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| I can see so much further
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| And I breathe the clearer air inhaling what’s left of it.
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| It’s funny now I search without caution
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| In a solitary space, no colours, only a lonely sound.
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| Now here I am only a soldier
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| You know I fear the beating of my drum is louder than anyone’s
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| I’m bleeding just to be somebody
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| I’m tearing up inside
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| I’m hiding all uncertainties
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| I’ll be at the front line
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| Ooh when the growing pains are gone
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| Ooh when you have to please no one
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| Ooh are we playing with our guns now?
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| Ooh I can hear rebellion
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| People settle down
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| You people learn to be someone
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| People settle down
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| You people learn to be someone
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| Ooh when the growing pains are gone
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| Ooh when you have to please no one
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| Ooh are we playing with our guns now?
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| Ooh I can hear rebellion
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| People settle down
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| You people learn to be someone
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| People settle down
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| You people learn to be someone |