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It's all about steam It's all about dreams It's all about making the best out of everything You'll know when your fine Cause you'll talk like a mime You'll fall on your face You get back up and you're doing fine “a considerate clown, a preachy preachy machine“ Is one of the sweetest things you would say about me But I don't have the time for your distorted esteem Why are you toying with my mind? I don't wanna hear you say it Now you're fucking with my pride You think you're smarter than me Well everyone knows you will never be smarter than me That's how it goes I gained forty pounds because of you Was there an S on my chest Well I confess, you were too much stress I'd have a heart attack at best So now I breathe it out, I breathe it out I spit it on the crowd cause they lift me up, they lift me up, they lift me up When I'm feeling down What am I spitting out? spitting out, som
