| Living with no reason, dwarfed, alone, imprisoned;
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| Wonder why I’m here at all?
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| Why I’m even trying, destined to be filing;
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| The higher you reach the harder you fall.
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| And then you say:
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| We’re all the same, all got our dreams
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| Loose at the seams.
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| 'Cause we all spit at stars,
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| We all spit at stars,
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| We all spit at stars.
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| Unifying fact, however we act when we feel
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| We’ve not made our true goal.
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| Something we can see, but not reach or be
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| Can leave you dead in a hole.
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| Dreams are the same; |
| we’re all the same,
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| All got our dreams loose at their seams
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| 'Cause we all spit at stars,
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| We all spit at stars,
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| We all spit at stars.
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| You don’t get what you don’t deserve.
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| Don’t expect the world with know what, that’s absurd.
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| Learn to spit up towards the stars,
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| 'Cause who knows soon, your spit will land on Mars.
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| And then you’ll say:
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| We’re all the same, all got our dreams
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| Loose at their seams.
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| 'Cause we all spit at stars,
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| We all spit at stars,
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| We all spit at stars. |