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The World
In 2001, we were building a bondInside the gazebo they built on the pondI grinded my teeth from the grief of the pastThey reminded me how to breathe through the gasThe world wants to hurt you but some, they resistThey hold to the virtue and cut through the mistNow most folks are broken or pushed to the sideThe world wants to hurt you but all don't abideThe night is the secret, the key in the palmIf you want to see this you have to be calmYou'll always be moving, there's nowhere to staySome people hold signs that are pointing the wayThe world wants to hurt you but some, they resistThey hold to the virtue and cut through the mistNow most folks are broken or pushed to the sideThe world wants to hurt you but all don't abide
From Letras Mania