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There are men that say united as we stand 
But I fail to see a united land 
They should have said dead on your feet 
So as my knees give out 
My mind races about 
And my hand strains to be compliant with my defiant thoughts
Back in school we’re taught happiness can only manage to be bought
Then I fought these teachings and saw how they could be leaching
Twelve years and tomorrow is another routine
I can’t grasp what their teachings mean but I’m leaning towards puppetry 
As of recent I find hints to what they may have meant
Lent up for interpretation but a life of lament seems to be the landing strip of the 
final descent

So I locked myself up in my room 
I said if this is how it’s going to be you can count me out 
Because I won’t be part of this doom  
Now a days I don’t find a difference between midnight and noon 
The clock strikes 12 at both 
No longer do I condemn tears I condone them I think they promote growth 
So as the days go on I pass the time by watching through my window
At the children playing peacefully down below on the street
Oh, how lucky they are with their lives so nice and neat
They think they’re invincible
They have yet to taste defeat
And I admire their innocence they have yet to be groomed 
Each day I watch for a while sometimes they make me smile
And even conjure up a laugh 
From the safety of my bed I see thestreet lights flicker 
And hear little Johnny bicker with mommy until finally “ten more minutes” she said

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