I was cold in a dream Somewhere close to the surface Between the ice and the stream There is three inches of air So I swam towards the light I let my breath get there first When I opened my eyes I saw myself in the mirror And I knew I would do like my father has done Yes, we will never break from these chains Your life is gonna course like a history book Don't be frightened of turning the page Cause it's is all the same It will always be the same
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