November.

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They took away all my dreams
Shared the profits in the streets
Now I am old enough
Through them kicks
Through them blows
I am well informed
That I will be nothing of value

I have been fighting all my life
Struggling to survive
Every day, every night
Trying to turn the pain to power
Your jealousy, your oppression
All that hurt, all that lies
Fire my soul
Raise me to cloud nine
When the moment is ripe
You will see fire in my eyes
Cause I am stronger than you know

All the flaws, all the falls
That’s the cocktail
That makes a superhero learn to fly
Beasts in my belly
Lions in my heart
So hard to control
Coz I have swallowed
So many of them
From the school of life

Hits and blows, I never let em show
But now it’s time
You stood back and watched
Them explode into a galaxy
Larger than the Milky Way
Don’t call this a comeback
Coz I have been here for years
And I won’t stop, no I was destined
That’s why I can see the truth in your lies
And make up, a heart of steel
That glows and grows

For the rest of my life.

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