| I cannot be all these things to you. |
| It’s true.
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| My arms hang down, my legs don’t fight,
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| My fingers believing for you and for me,
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| But no way I, I cannot be all these things to you.
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| The future is yours, so fill this part in.
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| The future is yours, so fill this part in.
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| The future is yours, so fill this part in.
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| I turn this moment into something new, It’s true.
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| Are you ready, to feel alive?
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| The ancient echoes crawling out from my insides
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| No way I, I cannot be all these things to you.
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| Evolve or die complications.
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| Look at that figure.
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| It’s bringing back a type of pull you can’t make up.
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| Continue to raise it up.
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| I cannot be all these things to you. |
| It’s true.
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| My arms hang down, my legs don’t fight. |