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It seems that all successful things and allthe envy that they bring might not beworth it. Being shot down every minutefor the effort you put in and all the timethat you've spent. The key to success isthe faith in knowing you're right.
Memories of better days is what you'reholding on to, when the critics loved you.
Competition has it's way of bringing youdown.
Always being number one, robs the musicof its fun. Ego trips get in the way of thegoals we've set. Now the audience issplit. We've worked too hard to watch it
ALL FADE AWAY.
Memories of better days is what you'reholding on to, when the critics loved you.
Competition has it's way of making youmad. Why can't you be glad...for me.
Well I know what competition means andthe feelings that it brings. Friends thatwant to be on top, you're on the list offriends to drop. Success is what I wantto feel, at your expense it isn't real, it'sjealousy...and jealousy's not true. No it'snot true...at your expense. Incompetition with you.
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