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Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down.
Break into the contents, never falling down.
My knee is still shaking, like I was twelve,
Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.
A man railed at me twice though, but I didn't care.
Waiting is wasting for people like me.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
You say, "Dreams are dreams.
"I ain't gonna play the fool anymore."
You say, "'Cause I still got my soul."
Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.
Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.
Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.
You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Don't try to live so wise.
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
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'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't try to live so wise.
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't try to live so wise.
'Cause there's always a straight way to the point you see.
You still are blind, if you see a winding road,
Reflection of fear makes shadows of nothing, shadows of nothing.
Breach your soul to reach yourself before you gloom.
Take your time, baby, your blood needs slowing down.
You say, "'Cause I still got my soul."
"I ain't gonna play the fool anymore."
You say, "Dreams are dreams.
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't try to live so wise.
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't try to live so wise.
Waiting is wasting for people like me.
A man railed at me twice though, but I didn't care.
Sneaking out of the classroom, by the back door.
My knee is still shaking, like I was twelve,
Break into the contents, never falling down.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down.
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Cultivate your hunger before you idealize.
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