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How do you feel?
How do you hate?
How do you wake up with
That smile that's on your face?
Out on the moon
If I was an astronaut
Could I get back to you?
I’m out of my head
I’m out of excuses
so I’m staring at the bed,
and it's you,
it’s you
I hold on, I hold on
I can't let go
And you don't know how I feel
Hold on I hold on
I’d sell my soul
And you don't know how I feel
I’m losing my heart
I’m losing my pride
I’d burn our initials
In the sun if it would shine
I need a fresh start
‘Cause I was in heaven until
This world fell apart
I’m out on the run
I’m out in this empty space
Since all of this begun
Well I tried, I tried
Nothing seems to help
Nothing seems to work
Nothing is as beautiful
I’m old enough to take
all the blame
For all the mistakes
All the games and
All the faces
I’m bleeding by myself
But I’m okay
I just can't stop thinking about you...
and you don't believe me...
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
If - Rudyard Kipling
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