Ben a long time
You were born one day you are going to die
Ohh...
When ya clocked in can't remember what you'v forgotten
So...
Let me tell you how it is here
To exist here livin on this fear
Hey
There is some is something called emotion
And sensation
And they feel this way
You can build and play
You can lie and scheme
While your children say pretty much any – thing
Others will arise, colors will become cold
And they call this time
It accelerates slowly, then faster
There is some one to look after
And of course you grow
Be aware you can hurt them
It can make you scream
And understand you're a person
Give birth to knew ways to dream
And were called a crowd
And we have the tools
Ahh la da da la da da ba da
Ahh la da da la da da le la da da da da
Ahh la da da la da da - la ba da da da
Ahh la da da la da da ba da
The road is done
We had our fun
And so it ends much like it begun
With a gun shot brightness
Noise I'm frighted I'm fighten
Then the silence hits
I collect recollections
And let go reflections of moments of loyalties
And defection the measure my essence
A servant or desperate, storm over tempest
Word or a sentence was I heard or never mentioned
And did I hurt when never mention me
Or another in an instance rullin by inches
A student of illness to see where the real went
I grow the strength to deal with the feeling of new skin
Just as the nous was loosened I let go and saw the two ends
Felt the weight lift from these heavy feet and realized I could have been infinite
And so it ends much like it begun
And so it ends much like it begun
And were called a crowd
And we have the tools
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Ahh la da da la da da le la da da da da
Ahh la da da la da da - ba da da da
Ahh la da da la da da - ba da
Ahh la da da la da da la da
Ahh la da da la da da la la la la
Ahh la da da la da da - ba da da da
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