Sunday blues on a Monday, pretty rebellious
It’s always the crazy times that refine us
The times where there’s nothing left.
Life is sweet like milk and honey
And the only dreams that come true are the ones that we believe in and fight for
Maybe music is to the soul what food is to the body. 
And time is to life what air is to breathe
Tell me, what are you doing with your talent?

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