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    As I was walking through a life one morning
    The sun was out, the air was warm, but
    Oh, I was cold
    And though I must have looked half a person,
    To tell the tale, in my own version,
    It was only then that I felt whole

    Do you believe in something beautiful?
    Then get up and be it

    Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
    I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes
    But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
    And what's eating you alive might help you to survive.
    We went on as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition
    And oh, what did we find?
    It was Ego who was flying the banner, and me and Mia, Ann and Ana
    Oh, we'd been unkind

    But do you believe in something beautiful?
    Then get up and be it

    Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control
    I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine.
    But call your friends,
    'cause we've forgotten what it's like to eat what's rotten
    And what's eating you alive, might help you to survive.

    And even the nights, they could get better
    And even the days ain't all that bad
    And after a week of fighting, as more and more it seems the right thing

    But do you believe in something beautiful?
    Then get up and be it

    Fighting for the smallest goal: to gain a little self-control
    Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
    Not doctors, nor your mom and dad, but me and Mia, Ann and Ana
    Know how hard you try. Don't you see it in my eyes?
    Sick to death of my dependence, fighting food to find transcendence
    Fighting to survive, more dead but more alive
    Cigarettes and speed for livin', and sleeping pills to feel forgiven
    All that you contrive, and all that you're deprived
    All the bourgeois social angels telling you you've got to change
    Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear.
    But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike
    When you don't really need to
    Some are dying for a cause, but that don't make it yours.

    And even the nights, they could get better.

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