| All that’s left is my heavy breathing, a place where my head spins,
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| Everything in between has come out, it’s calling me up, it’s calling me,
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| Do you think I ever cared? |
| Let me prove you all wrong.
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| Before you open your mouth, let me make it clear,
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| I can’t be brought down, oh, I stand so high,
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| That I have never listened, that I have never listened to so much,
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| Where’s the lesson in this? |
| Where’s the meaning in this now?
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| Self-taught, a trick I played for far too long,
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| Soft speech with heavy words that come from no book,
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| Where are the followings, how do we reach the truth?
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| Before you open your mouth, let me make it clear, I can’t be brought down,
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| Oh, I stand so high, that I have never listened,
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| That I have never listened to so much, where’s the lesson in this?
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| All that’s left is my heavy breathing, a place where my head spins.
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| Before you open your mouth, let me make it clear, I can’t be brought down,
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| Oh, I stand so high, that I have never listened,
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| That I have never listened to so much, where’s the lesson in this?
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| Before you open your mouth, let me make it clear,
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| I can’t be brought down, oh, I stand so high,
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| That I have never listened, that I have never listened to so much,
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| Where’s the lesson in this? |
| Where’s the meaning in this now? |