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I've got to make it

That will be my proof

I feel the pressure

Upon the youth

I'm not faking this

No I'm feeling the blues

It's a race for money

I bet you know it too

Judging me by the clothes I wear

Thanks to music I'm escaping somewhere

Work, hard, eat, sleep

Then follow the plan

Still I think they don't understand

I feel better when I'm writing alone

I do not want to become your clone

Behind my skull it got so damn cold

Took hits and kicks along the road

Motivation screams that we can cope

No, no, no we're not yet old

We're stuck on an island of hopes

But unless we stop we're no lost cause

You might have been made from a broken mold

We'll still try to touch your soul

I made some friends and I lost one

I stayed strong but I still cried

Pain didn't heal the brain, you know

I learned to keep the flame, vivid

He still be dancing on the waves of heaven

If I'm no believer am I allowed to name it ?

Alright, for you, I'm gonna build a stadium