Fuck me I am alive
You don't deserve this place inside me
I am a child of the son
You better listen to me when I say that
I am alive
And I can strive for greatness and
Touch the stars with weary fingertips
I can look at the moon straight in the eye
I will always lead and you're the type to follow
I can swim across the most vast empty oceans and you
My friend
are shallow
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