I've been thinking too much,
I don't even know where I come from,
Sometimes if you want to stay alive,
You have to free your mind,
The man I'll never get to be now faces the truth,
I'm the ghost of you, a man with no emotion,
Of great expectations,
Too sick to throw up,
Like a racing machine that blows an engine,
Juggling clubs for the crowd,
Too sick to throw up,
Not strong enough to knock it out of the park,
Hitting goals set 30 years ago,
I've been trying so hard,
I don't even know if I need to win,
Sometimes you have to think twice,
And do things for yourself,
The kids I was back then,
Would never dare to change your plans,
I am not your ghost, cause I don't fit the script,
I'm just a trophy kid,
Too sick to throw up,
Like a racing machine that blows an engine,
Juggling clubs for the crowd,
Too sick to throw up,
Not strong enough to knock it out of the park,
Hitting goals set 30 years ago,
I don't sleep anymore, can't stop the howls,
When raised by wolves, bit by the man,
When you grow up, I expect you to be,
to be nothing at all.
Too sick to throw up,
Like a racing machine that blows an engine,
Juggling clubs for the crowd,
Too sick to throw up

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