When we own a way, we can choose to be free,
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And we got chances to be mean
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In this game of failure the end is always near
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Every thought you try to make, don't last a goddamn day
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If you fake yourself, just being right
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You already know that you can prove it wrong
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Cause we are not static know that
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We alter, shift and change
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Adapt on daily basis
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That makes us human
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A mash of contradictions
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It's our nature to tender slow
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As you sift away
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You can make sentence full of matter
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And regret the minute after
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Keep safe the border staring at your doors
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Behind our barricades, defenses are getting weak
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As we can't stand try to let go
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Follow leftovers
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Will we ever fill this hole?
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Filled of panic?
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Let me take back my mind
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All we know is falling
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Aggravate on false hopes
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The strength of complex
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Behold these conversations
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No matter what you say or do
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Keep your mind busy
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Cause thinking will haunt you
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And it will not go away
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Prove It Wrong
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| Backjumper |
