Hustle in the five old years,
do you love and do you fear?
all your working inspiration,
systematic exploration
words are great, words are real,
words are desperate, make a deal
All your words are so poetic,
generational synthetic
and I will do it on my own again,
and I will say what I will
and I will do it on my own again
and I will say what I will
All my friends are far away,
hits my head in disobey,
i can help but to forget
what is now and what is next
train a fortune for a soul,
what we wanted all along
all your words are so magnetic,
generational pathetic
And I will do it on my own again,
And I will say what I will

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