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You are feeling out of place One could tell by your washed out face Can’t keep up with other’s pace A crappy kart in an F-1 race

One would think you are just a shell A rusty coin in a thirsty well Your skin so coarse it became a cell Your insides mushed like a cheap ass gel

You forget this too shall pass Concrete blocks won’t beat the grass And those voices made of gas Will go down by their own mass