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I don't have the charm
of my father
I don't have his looks either
The only thing he left me
were his pipe dreams

Afraid someone'll find out
About the nature of my background
Always keeping three steps ahead
I've come tied and bound by self defeat

Will I fall prey
to the same demons
I can only pray
I'm not him at all
Then I hit the wall

I've been encouraged
by those who gorge me
Spreading my insides
For all to see
in a reckless manner
When I think its over
I hear old friends call
Then I hit the wall

I spend my life on the Search
I think I'm under the wire
Then I trip, as the alarm
goes off
In time to realize I'm caught
between the same old
rock and hard place

Strange feelings make me check the gauge
Feel a little dizzy maybe its the altitude
the closer I get to the zoom
I don't like the look of the picture

Will I fall prey
to the same demons
I can only pray
I'm not him at all
Then I hit the wall

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