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Born to breed we aren’t free

We copy and paste the notion of freedom

What you see in front of you is desire

Only to take in each motion frankly

Never to see the truth in the light

The light that will set you free

Born to feel wanted to belong

Living to reach what you are after

Only to see that your glass is empty

Reaching to others for the full

You only have a beat to the heart that is yours

Fill your own glass

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