| If I’m just learnin' how to die
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| What’s the use of tryna' live
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| With religion on my mind
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| And some clothes over my skin
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| Dinner on my plate and a roof over my head
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| When the family down the hill doesn’t even have a fridge
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| Ever since I was a kid I had a problem with the fact that
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| I had a mom and dad who were supportive in their actions
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| They never told me who I was
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| So I found out who I am
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| Never told me what I had to be
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| And so I had a chance
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| To take a couple stabs
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| Picked a couple scabs
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| Ripped a couple masks off and
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| Skipped a couple rocks
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| Across an ocean that expands
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| Further than the eye can see
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| If there’s no «I» in Free
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| Than the blind man is me
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| Please, meet me in the middle class family
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| No need for sympathy no need for examining
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| Eh, that is if you’re into overlookin' the fact
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| That every human has issues. |
| (issues)
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| No matter what the dealer dealt
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| You can never minimize how the other feeler felt
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| It’s like I thought so much about what other people had
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| That I forgot myself
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| How to be gracious for what I have
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| That’s what happens when survival needs are more than met
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| And your role models warn you bout the world you’re in
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| You start thinking about the race that you’re racin' in
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| Who you’re runnin' with and exactly what you’re up against
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| And I’ve always been the type to take a walk with someone else’s shoes
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| Take off runnin' but suddenly don’t know what to do
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| It’s like the ground that was once under me
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| Is now right in front of me
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| And there’s somethin' that I’ve been called to do
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| All directions on the path leads straight to hell
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| When I pass all my possessions are passed to someone else
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| What’s the use of tryna' to change somebody else?
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| When I got a trillion cells that are all yellin' for help (help)
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| Should I turn to the touch-screen ugly?
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| Or confess, come clean and touch reality
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| And if I really come down and touch reality
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| Is it just real for part of me or real for all of me?
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| And if time really does heal wounds
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| Than may we all die way too soon…
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| Cave men sees straight through these rules
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| But can’t explain the tools he uses
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| No matter what the dealer dealt
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| You can never minimize how the other feeler felt
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| It’s like I thought so much about what other people had
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| That I forgot myself
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| How to be gracious for what I have
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| That’s what happens when survival needs are more than met
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| And your role models warn you out the world you’re in
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| You start thinking about the race that you’re racin' in
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| Who you’re runnin' with and exactly what you’re up against |