| Who am I to estimate
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| who’s the winner and who’s ungrateful?
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| Wondering the sun but rain
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| reminds me that it needs to fall
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| We were born to complain
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| about the colors and dimensions
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| It’s really hard to understand
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| but now and forever keeps us all
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| Keeps us all
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| Who am I to explain
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| why the judges look like prisoners?
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| Looking for the stars but they’re
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| missing what they’re longing for
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| We were born in times
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| when those disorders still good looking
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| Who am I to appreciate?
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| But now and forever keeps us all
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| Keeps us all
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| Peace will never come
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| until we close our eyes of vanity
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| The shapes of (???)
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| that life is a remedy
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| That life is a remedy |