I hold out my hand to the sky above that is piercing me
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It seems like I'm about to reach something and I can't look away
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I get called a kid whenever I voice out my opinions
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But that's better than people who pretend to understand things
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The one to decide my limits is the weakling inside me
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I'll just break it to be able to run outside the boundaries
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A new sun rises, waking up my whole body
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I breathe in the air striking me, my heart becomes strong
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If I tear the fiercely blowing wind, a hidden door will open
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That something I wasn't able to see yesterday, I'll grab it, right now
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Even though there is no easy-to-understand form engraved in me
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The piled up wounds are the proof of my strength
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You don't feel with your head but by the thing inside your chest
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You might lose in the game of logic, but you'll win in the game of the heart
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By choosing to give up, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere
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I'll just prepare myself for the worst, jump out and I should be able to pass it
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The heartbeat of a new ground is rustling, calling,
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"You have no time to stop", it's whirling, burning
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Just kick the several complaints left inside the dark
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By tomorrow I'll go far, it begins right now
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A new sun rises, waking up my whole body
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I breathe in the air striking me, my heart becomes strong
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If I tear the fiercely blowing wind, a hidden door will open
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That something I wasn't able to see yesterday, I'll grab it, right now
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The heartbeat of a new ground is rustling, calling,
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"You have no time to stop", it's whirling, burning
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Just kick the several complaints left inside the dark
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By tomorrow I'll go far, it begins right now
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