| My dear brother, ol' tiger that sleeps
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| Don’t be bothered with doubts that may creep
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| Kindle the flame ‘til fully awake
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| Please don’t restrain and open your gates
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| Are your stars out?
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| What do you think they’ll ask when you die?
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| Major Fielding, was that your best try?
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| Trust in your heart, it knows what you need
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| Fear disregard and dig till you bleed
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| My dear brother, ol' tiger that sleeps
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| No more slumber—go sharpen your teeth
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| What makes you tick?
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| Smelling a flower?
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| Suffocating a bee in a jar?
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| What makes you want to dance?
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| Or smash someone’s face in?
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| Get it together love
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| Your stars are always out |