'Cause it's a bittersweet simphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die.
No change, i can change
I can change, i can change
But i'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
Well, i never pray, but tonight i'm on my knees.
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, i feel free now.
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now.
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