Fired up,
ready to go,
I think I heard that somewhere,
once,
from him,
who got it from her,
in the rain,
and against his will,
and it stuck to me,
and it filled my heart up,
and it just got so full,
that I knew they'd have to kill me to kill my spirit,
that they'd have to take a knife to wipe the smile off my face,
it just got so full,
that I knew it would be full forever,
because I could keep going back to go forward,
and I think I could,
I think we were all due to learn that we can find our past,
by giving of the present,
surely we were due for a hit---
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