| Promises
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| Of ideal reality
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| Are the worst
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| As you only give them to yourself
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| You would always want to change
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| To lose weight and gain strength
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| But instead you are in bed
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| Watching what you watched a million times
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| Oh how
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| Oh how
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| And if nothing ever changes
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| I could never be a man enough
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| To come out
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| It’s so awful when you’re free
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| Free for absolutely any dream
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| Somewhere deep inside you know
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| That there’s time to make it
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| On the surface there are pressures
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| Disapproval at all stages
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| Even those who are family
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| Just politely keep
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| Silence in accordance
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| With you creative actions
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| Little victories
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| And your small endeavours
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| How
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| Oh how
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| And if nothing ever changes
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| I could never be a man enough
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| To come out
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| When life has called you victory
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| And all you are is failure
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| Well not exactly failure
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| You are some kind of plato
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| You reached some kind of plato
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| Break-break through is on the corner
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| Be-between the now and never
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| Break-break through is on the corner
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| Between the now and never
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| Oh how
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| Oh how
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| And if nothing ever changes
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| I could never be a man enough
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| To have dared
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| To come out
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| To come out
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| Of the dark |