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I hear them in the background, whispering their hate; plotting their attack. I was born sick, I heard them say it. I cant help it, I've prayed for forgiveness, But I was born sick. I was born a creature of uniqueness, A creature who should be judged, A creature who should preach, And a creature who should be happy. I am happy, And I am strong, I rise against you, Because I know you're wrong. I stand tall and proud, whilst you whisper. I wasn't born sick, I wasn't born wrong, God cant save me, Because I'm not in distress, It was you! You who created this mess. And it was you, You were born sick.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
Walking On Air
I hear them in the background, whispering their hate; plotting their attack. I was born sick, I heard them say it. I cant help it, I've prayed for forgiveness, But I was born sick. I was born a creature of uniqueness, A creature who should be judged, A creature who should preach, And a creature who should be happy. I am happy, And I am strong, I rise against you, Because I know you're wrong. I stand tall and proud, whilst you whisper. I wasn't born sick, I wasn't born wrong, God cant save me, Because I'm not in distress, It was you! You who created this mess. And it was you, You were born sick.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
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