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Regress |
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Go back to move forward |
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You're not alone |
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We're dragging you along |
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Buy new ones and tie them on |
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We wear strings and we make them sing |
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Now strap these on |
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We're only pushing ourselves this far |
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As far as we want |
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We cannot rest! |
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We must progress! |
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And I beg "Sing for me! Sing for me!" |
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And they only vibrate for me |
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How I long for more skillful hands |
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With fingers that naturally do the dance |
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But you cannot intimidate me |
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Though you tie me up with all these strings |
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But I cannot breathe through these strings |
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No, I cannot breathe |
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Progress |
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You have to move forward |
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We won't sit still |
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We expect the same of you |
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Buy new ones and tie them on |