The selfish, they're all standing in line
faith in their hope and to buy themselves time.
Me, I figure, as each breath goes by -
I only own my mind.
The north is to south what the clock is to time -
there's east, and there's west,
and there's everywhere life.
I know I was born,
and I know that i'll die.
The in between is mine.
I am mine.
And the feeling, it
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