the sun was out, the air was warm, but
to tell the tale, in my own version,
And though I must have looked a half a person,
Oh, I was cold
It was only then that I felt whole But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes
Fighting for the smallest goal to, get a little selfBut call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
And what's eating you alive might help you to survive.
It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
And oh, what did we find?
Oh, we'd been unkind But do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little selfI see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
But call your friends,
'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive.
And even the nights, they can get better
And even the days ain't all that bad
And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing But do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal to, gain a little selfNot doctors, nor your mom nor dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes? Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed to live and, sleeping pills to feel forgiven
Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
when you don't really need to
All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours. And even the nights, they can get better.).
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