| We are born with the gift of gold
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| But some with shame just leave the cold
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| Afraid to shine, so they hide it every day
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| Men like these live underground
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| Buried under all the doubt
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| Afraid to die, so they just live in their grave
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| And I was buried alive
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| And couldn’t breathe the air that we were meant to breathe
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| But I wasn’t gonna die
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| Because the world had tried to take it off of me
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| We are born to a world of light
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| But some have darkness in their eyes
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| Afraid to see what they might find on the way
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| Men can’t see through the walls of wood
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| Six feet under a pile of dirt
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| Afraid to live, so they just lie in the grave
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| And I was buried alive
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| And couldn’t breathe the air that we were meant to breathe
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| But I wasn’t gonna die
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| Because the world had tried to take it off of me
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| And I was buried alive
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| And couldn’t breathe the air that we were meant to breathe
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| But I wasn’t gonna die
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| Because the world had tried to take it off of me
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| And I was buried alive
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| And couldn’t breathe the air that we were meant to breathe
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| But I wasn’t gonna die
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| Because the world had tried to take it off of me |