Younever know why I hide my fears,
You never know why I hold my tears,
It is for the same reason I love so much.
The same reason I perfect my imperfections.
Covering up
'till it is time up
It is because I lost yesterday young.
Therefore it's natural to treasure today with zeal.
Rejection and dejection.
Death or transformation.
What are you so down for?
Rise up my man,
Rise up.
The sun is as old in the morning
And as at noon.
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