Who are they? Who are you?
to be happy is a way of being wisethe saints are sinners who keep on trying
the game you play is no longer disguised
the actor you are is slowly dying
common sense is instinct, enough is genius
i use not only all of my brain, but all i can borrow
and all i get is dose after dose
me given you no more time is great sorrow
a person who is always declaring they're no fool
usually has all the people suspicion
for to be perfect you will break less rules
and finally you break and show true position
a dog is a dog except when met face to face
and an example is not the main thing but the only thing
because you I will no longer chase
it makes me thing that your love was only a fling
the greatest happiness comes from the greatest actions
don't be humble because you're not so great
you always want to hear my reaction
so the facts you can better manipulate
i never tell people how to do things
tell them what and they will surprise you with ingenuity
in the beginning it look like it would cling
and this you have made a catastrophe
some people regard discipline as a chore
for me it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly
it seems I'm not enough and you need more
if you don't lie then your truth news to purify
i guess some people streghenen the society
just by being the kind of people they are
and I must think it is not to be
the minds we have are much to far
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