Born into fire
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No given shape no
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Sense of a beaten road
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Trained by our voices
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Given one choice it뭩
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Break the shell and move ahead
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Or eighteen dead and decided
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[CHORUS:]
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Melt me down
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Pour me out
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Into the mold
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But I뭠l break out
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Time is our magnet
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I뭢 sticking to it
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An iron-clad existence
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Is a prison in itself
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[CHORUS]
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Have we all become molded
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Alive to the world
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But inside dead
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To be nothing?
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I뭠l break out
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I뭠l make it
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Yeah I뭠l make it
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Do it my way
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Born into fire
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No given shape or
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Chance to remain as we wish to be
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And that is free?
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[CHORUS]
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I will not become molded
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Allowed by myself to be nothing now
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I뭠l be nothing now
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Melt Me Down
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| Pressure 4-5 |
