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Ruskabank ... Not The Only One |
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Just when I finally decided what I want to be. It turns out I don't really
want to be that at all. Because day after day, I got all caught up in
it. People turning me down because I didn't want to fit. They can keep
it now, because I don't really care. Faking me out, now how could that
be fair? It's late at night and I'm, I'm so tired. I've got irregular
rhythm of the heart. I've finally found my place in the sun. And I know
that I'm not the only one. No one knows exactly what they are gonna be.
So stop asking me because I just can't say, and that's ok. Because the
pressure to be, and the pressure to do. It's not the pressure to me, but
it's the pressure to you. Because you can break it down and say that you're
gonna play. But how do you feel at the end of the day? I didn't want to
be all caught up in it. Stressin' for them is what I can't get. What'd
I learn to write for? Why'd I learn to read? Boring routine, and too many
mouths to feed? This can't be the end. There has to be more. More than
making money just to keep up the score. Well, you can keep your ends,
'cause I don't really care. I'll be rocking out while you sit there and
stare! |
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