| I am all that I am
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| I never tried to be a more
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| And yet tis seems too much for me
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| Too fun, too high, too soon
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| It’s just not my day, I’d rather take freedom, than smoking arenas
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| Off the big track is where I am
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| The crowd is mine, in cry, in blood, and sad
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| The crowd is mine, in cry, in blood, and sad
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| This is just what it is
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| It’s what I call the fog of war
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| There’s nothing here that’s clear to me
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| This place is not, not you
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| It’s just not my day
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| I’d rather take freedom, than smoking arenas
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| Off the beating track is where I am
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad
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| Off the beating track is where I am
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad
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| (people were staring)
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| Something’s not very
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| Looking at what I have just left behind
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| Those were the things that would cloud up my life
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| I can' go back, but I just can’t survive
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| Need someone to take me to ṗlaces where …
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| Athena, Athena take me there
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| Off the beating track is where I am
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad
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| Off the beating track is where I am
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| Waiting for my own Athena
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| The crowd is high in blood, and crying sad
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| Waiting for my own Athena |