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[Verse 1]
I'm cleaning out my display case
And self reformed more than half way
Excluding all the specifics
Reacting is too scientific
But the more you breathe open minded air
You'll be reminded of why you care
And back to the time you were lucky
Until you were born now your stuck here

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[Verse 2]
Dialing in my prescription
Relying on old definitions
When all preconceptions are lifted
Growing is more for the gifted
It's never a word till it's spoken here
The meaning interpreted, hard to hear
This can't be hard as in choosing it
We’re all better off from accusing

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