the art of life, you have to look to find it
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Listen, think, feel, believe in the strength of the spirit
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Move and learn, be careful in your movements
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Force yourself, because your study is the key
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Until a better tomorrow, today is a dark room
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Find your inspiration, stay alone in the dark
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Give of yourself, everything generally
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They give those who have a life filled with peace
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Calmness is the basis, the noise only disturbs
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Enemies are proud, bad luck and your loss
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When you're in trouble, know
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That you are still a collection of transitions
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No trash has the right to them
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Like petals on flowers, like tree branches
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Blossom, that's what you need today
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The slow process of life I write your verse
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And what is invisible becomes important
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Every day is a school of life
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I say this to myself every day
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I want to be better, I want to be better
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I say this to myself every day
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I want to be better, I want to be better
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Every day is a school of life
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Wise is the one who knows how to listen and the one who seeks
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He can see what his eye cannot see
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That's why, develop spiritual strength (daily)
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Finding peace within yourself is a difficult art |
Someone will deceive you and muk you, you will feel disappointed
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Everything is in you, the mind is the best proof
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You can control it yourself, see how much you are
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able to encode, just watch
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Give up this baggage that you keep dragging and hauling
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Until you fall on your face
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You take it throw it away, you must feel harmony
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Subconscious state, you hear as if you were standing next to me
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Take care of your roots, each of them is an experience
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The road traveled, which will give you a kick in the future
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The one who puts words into action will give a helping hand
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And I'm engraved in my memory, an image of goodness
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It will pay off and come back to you, do you feel?
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Slowly as smoke towards the sky, I move up to the upper floor
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I know, what I want will happen
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That's for sure, but God forbid on call
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What would it be, dear Lord, if you would dump on me
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Sorrows and worries alone, I know that you reward faith
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What the heart believes determines what will happen to the body
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What's next? |
I carry your glory
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So that sad gray neighborhoods also have faith
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Pow, pow, dreading the unknown
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It's a mistake, a mistake, a heart without faith loses plans
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Hence, the circle of failures, the mental cell |