| Still marching, I still feel often
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| I still feel closed in like coffin
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| Yet I’m living to the fullest canvas painted with a passion
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| I turn away from bullets blasted off into the distance
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| By the haters and resisters to the change that I sing of
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| The rocket ship awaits, so they say
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| I wait to board and anxiously depart
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| To the skyline beyond the day
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| I play the same game since I was a kid in this
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| It’s not the same now, not the same instruments
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| It’s vital that the level changes
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| I wanna move up to those black diamond stages
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| Under the view of many more generational ages
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| Old and the young, want to appeal to everyone under the sun
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| Spending right now I’m ready for the ride, ready for the pride
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| That I feel inside when I read the final pages
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| My vinyl weighs a ton
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| I spend it 'til the song is done, my mind is on the run
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| Running off the lip to share the stories under gun
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| I hold it to my own dome, the pressure comes from me alone
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| I want to change the world man, in a whirlwind of lyrics and experiments
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| And romance and fear alone used to be enough to keep my home
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| But nothing keeps me strapped in
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| On this journey I’m the captain with no map, no strap
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| No navigational skill besides belief, fate
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| And adapt to the landscape below, now you know
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| We keep marching, we keep marching through
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| We keep marching, one by one by two
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| We keep marching, we keep marching through
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| We keep marching, one by one by two (go)
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| One by one by two (yeah)
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| One by one by two (go)
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| One by one by two (yeah)
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| One by one by two
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| Not a toy soldier, hold this composure
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| Far from the closure, harrow to grow you
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| To grow me, I must be lonely
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| This land is desolate, let’s make the best of it
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| I lost the rest of the recipe, yes I did
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| She fought aggressively against all there is
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| All there was, was a spring, summer, fall
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| Winter brought ice that one couldn’t thaw
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| Um, one by one by two
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| I couldn’t buy shit, I had to march through
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| April, May, June, soon
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| Maybe they’ll swoon, pay me for the tunes
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| When the bud blooms and blossoms, it’s awesome
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| If the head room is lost, then it’ll cost them
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| His costume was nothing
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| His offspring brings offerings and honestly keeps him chugging
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| Beats keep bumping, these feet stomping
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| Each speech reach peaks beyond is wanting
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| At times, the challenge is daunting
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| Like trying to find a balance with no allowance for wrong things
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| It’s impossible, ain’t it?
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| The perfect picture, I’m done trying to paint it
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| Sun turn to rain and pleasure to pain
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| But I get up again, we get up and get up again
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| We keep marching, we keep marching through
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| We keep marching, one by one by two
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| We keep marching, we keep marching through
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| We keep marching, one by one by two (go)
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| One by one by two (yeah)
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| One by one by two (go)
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| One by one by two (yeah)
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| One by one by two
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| That’s right… I teach you how to walk |