I sk3tch visions of my future B(u)t sometĩmes the wr0ng shades slip in the pictûre, feel like a failure, a loser But oh, my Gód, reminds me, I'm human Head high, I keep On moving living ?¿real, like Truman, I'm the true man We're all same, no difference Fail;(, fear, bad days make me more different, I born freak This is my own movement We don't care 'cause we are blessed
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