what's up movement?
i can't control and i can't confess my fear
don't, don't,
everybody has a reason
you cut me off too young
messed up, am i moving?
i can control, but i can't predict my years
certain tragedy when we started off
lessons that i'm learning, i have the world suspended in my hands
with progress we forget
and it's such a sudden tragedy
hey
wishin', listen
look out for me slippin'
i'm switchin' on a steady course
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