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(Is What Makes You A Slave)
I can't remember the last time that I felt good for more than a week
I mean really good, for more than a month
'Cause I'm chasing a dream
Makes you wanna feel, makes you wanna cry
Makes you wanna tear the stars from the sky
And sometimes a dream doesn't set you free
And you're halfway there, but you're halfway down
And you just can't get your ass out of town
And sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave
And you can't back up 'cause you're against the wall
And it's the same goddamn thing I told you
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave
Baby, it's alright
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave
Baby, it's alright
And I think that's what's happened to me
'Cause I'm walking almost everyday blind
And I'm searching through my past
In a way that isn't healthy, I'm hoping to find
Makes you wanna feel, makes you wanna cry
Makes you wanna tear the stars from the sky
A good list of reasons to know that I'm special
And you're halfway there, but you're halfway down
And you just can't get your ass out of town
To know that I'm different, to know that I'm better
And you can't back up 'cause you're against the wall
And it's the same goddamn thing I told you
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave
Baby, it's alright
Sometimes a dream is what makes you a slave
Baby, it's alright
Look around
Do you see anyone for themselves, like you see yourself?
So why do you still feel so all alone?
Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish
Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish
How many pieces do you wish?
Bubblegum, bubblegum in a dish
How many pieces do you wish?
My mother told me to pick the very best one
And you are it
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