Here is the path I'm shown Step by step was not my choice One more year to go So this map has been cut short What's in this job that I've been learning? Who's satisfied? What happens when my cliff has come, should I jump or hold To a safe place at that time? Thoughts I can't control Push all plans I've had aside With one more year to go A chance to change I'll never know Which is the way that I will step into some life Trying to stand straight, trying to conform To the first person in my line This is the way we operate Life made easy Look towards no identity (Slip into the crowd) (Because it's easy) (No one will miss me)
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