Some Skynard
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This stale air is draining the life right out of us transfixed, immobile paralyzed by indecision a small glimpse, a vision of heights much greater than these somewhere, within us a desire for so much more keep on fighting keep on pushing forward we must somehow find
the way keep on struggling keep on wanting more don't
let this world tear you down far too often we find our voices swallowed by silence condemned to watching as
time slips through our hands the time for hesitation
has now come and gone the longer we stand still the
further away our dreams become a change is coming born
out of dissatisfaction with the hand that we've been
dealt the restless many now filled with anger are
demanding for release from this static hell
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