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Okay We don't want to rip off that one famous cadence But only music can express what I can't put together in sentences I'm a product of what surrounds me I'm a product of what I grew up with But the years went by And the floor we used to walk Is the only thing that turned out to be solid Think When I'm bored just think I want to be a nomad but can barely affirm what I believe in What I believe in I feel the pressure in my ears I feel my spirit is tired Of hearing that I'm wrong Hearing the way I am won't let me survive on my own